Quasimodo, a Locksmith, Watch Batteries & Muscle Relaxant...

So, I've had a pretty bizarre week...
I should share because really friends, my life is not all vacations and happy time.

On top of a very full week of continuous 9 year old questions (not outdated questions, just ones coming from 9 year olds) and crazy behavior, work tasks, planning & grading outside of work hours...always...Uhm, I also had an allergic reaction incident on Monday morning which caused my left eyelid to blow up on one side to the size of, oh say, a marble, and in turn resembling Quasimodo for about 6 hours.
Yesterday I went on a quest to finally get new batteries in 3 of my Disney watches that have been sitting around doing me no good for some months. Target sounded like a logical choice. Nope. They won't do it. So back to my car I went two minutes later only to find that I'd locked my keys in there. Good one. I calmly and with tears in my eyes (because I'm on my period too) pulled out the AAA card in my walet to remedy the situation. While waiting the hour for very nice dude to show up and jimmy my lock open, I decided to walk somewhere else to get these dang batteries changed. After a couple miles, some blisters from my not-so-comfy work sandals, and rejection from the lady at Kohl's, my goal was still unreached. (Later I finally achieved success at Walmart and now my watches are ticking. Oh, and I also went to Home Depot and got two spare car keys made...)
Last night I was at the gym late trying to accomplish some sort of exercise, but was mostly into the Angels vs. Red Sox game. While on the stationary bike, I reacted physically and apparently awkwardly to an outfielders missed catch- which caused my back to go into some sort of spasmed fit. I thought surely it would ware off, but once I was home I couldn't move and had to resort to the supposed illegal (maybe just hard to get) muscle relaxant pill (Thank you Dr.Ali). That knocked me out for 10 hours, and luckily substitute Aunt Pam came to the rescue and taught my class for an hour and half this morning.
Oh and tonight when I was drving home from a class in Salt Lake, I missed my exit...my exit...to my very own home, where I get off everyday.
I'm on a roll.

OH MY GOSH! I had to come back and edit this because I actually forgot to include my late night time spent at the police station on Monday reporting my "hit and run" back bumper damage! Yep a big dent and a large flake of paint missing...happened sometime in the middle of the night Sunday in my condo complex parking lot. Probably the dudes that own the huge trucks with diesel engines that are turning on and off and running for prolonged amounts of time all night long...we haven't been sleeping well.