Furthermore.

Like I wasn't irritated enough: M_'s preschool is, apparently, infested with disease-carrying vermin. Mice, specifically. So those in charge closed the school last week, which, okay, I totally understand. I don't like it, and I don't support it (couldn't the kids just wear, oh I don't know, metal-mesh gloves and hazmat suits or something?), but I do understand it. They needed to nuke the place with miceacides, or do whatever one does to get rid of small, Black-Death-laden rodents (and, incidentally, while I take absolutely no joy in the thought of mass Mice Demise, M_'s preschool MUST BE SALVAGED AT ALL COSTS, dammit, for the sake of my sanity and that of my fellow preschool parents).

But it would seem this wasn't sufficient, as we got a call this weekend that the school will be closed AGAIN this coming week, for the entire week. THE. ENTIRE. WEEK. Which again delays my plans for having more breaks and recuperative time, thus more happiness and healthiness. [grumble]

Those of you with children know precisely what I'm feeling right now, don't you? The whole fearfully loooong week sprawling out before you, cavernously empty and echoing ominously...

Hold me, I'm frightened.