What's up with Whatsit

Where's Ed McMahon with my check?

If I were smart . . .

. . .I'd figure out how to draw a free check every month instead of getting up at 5 AM every day so I can drag myself up to work to teach children who don't want to learn for a principal who doesn't appreciate her workers.

. . .I'd come home and flop my exhausted body into the recliner instead of fixing supper for my family, who swallow whatever I cook and rush off to watch TV.

. . .I'd move far, far away from my mother and grandmother. A friend of mine is the director for an English-speaking school in Russia - Siberia, in fact - and he was asking me if I didn't want to teach abroad. I have to admit it sounded appealing, just to get the heck out of the life I have now.

I'm just tired, y'all. Not just tired, but also tired OF IT. Tired of what? You name it, I'm tired of it.

I hate being this way.

So, what the heck is up with y'all?