Seriously, why do I bother to paint my nails? They looked just lovely Sunday night... even held on through yesterday's impatient nail-tapping fits during the faculty meeting. But after just one day with my first graders, they look like crap. That might have something to do with the numerous kiddie-coat zippers I had to zip and unzip (they plead helplessness, and I buy it everytime). Or perhaps the staples that I picked out of the bulletin board when I couldn't locate my staple remover. Or, very possibly, from the little girls who kept grabbing my hand and saying, "Oooh, Miss M, your nails are pretty!" And the repeated handwashings that resulted from those encounters.
I have to go find some nail polish remover.