Hide in my bedroom while a house full of teenage middle school girls take over my house. It might be safer to try to survive in a world of brain eating zombies. Pray for me. Please!
I will be forced to listen to Justin Bieber over and over and over and over and over and over and…
Lie to myself and to a lot of parents (and to the world) that I do not have a headache and that it was such a fantastic time hosting a birthday extravaganza in a home taken over by hyperactive, speed-talking, random outbursting, hormonal young girls.
Fail to get my homework turned in on time due to exhaustion.
Be very excited to go back to work where I will find peace and quiet