It ain't and it is

Right. So why is it I decide to start on this sort of thing five... well, no... ten minutes before I have to walk out the door?
I suppose its safe to say that this is a test run.
I got six hours sleep last night (no fault but my own) and now I have to go "help out" in my child's kindergarten class. There's no way out of this one- I already missed the last three "visits" I should have made, but I can't help the queasy feeling and the dread with which I'm watching the clock count down.
Its my motherly duty, right? I should feel happy- nay, proud to be walking in that room.... Right.
Fuck.
The truth is I have very little patience for the machinations of ankle-biters, and believe me, they may be small, their brains might only be partially developed, but they have machinations- and no, much as many self-deluded mommies would like to believe, these are not innocent plans. These kids are plotting, mark my words, against each other and the world at large. The have formed alliances, and perform surgical strikes at one another- believe me, I have seen it.
The problem is, it never really looks right when I skewer one with my most malevolent gaze and tell them that I know what they're up to and I'm not impressed. It tends to make them cry.....
Oh lord help me, I have run out of time. Wish me luck, and pray for those sweet little angels, here I come....