I’ve had the worst day today. School was so stressful and out of control that again I never got the chance to have lunch or a short break.

Something’s gotta give around here.

It started with a faculty meeting at which the principal informed the staff that the testing and referrals that have been pouring in to our department are going to affect how many of our classes we manage to cover. We have to find times to test. He was quite eloquent in his explanation. One of the witchiest teachers, who also happens to have a classroom where few kids need services, decided to raise a stink. She is always causing trouble with our department and I am sick of listening to her, especially in that she is not truly touched by any of this.

Gave me a headache too early this morning.

The day was packed with phone calls from parents. Kids needing help with class projects and teachers who needed me to run interference with some difficult parents. It was non-stop.

Then it was that stupid three-hour computer class after school. It’s such a waste of time. It’s nothing that I’m finding to be at all useful, and I could surf the web just as easily from the comfort of my own living room.

The woman running the course then asked for a copy of what we had written.

Huh?

Somewhere along the way I missed that I was supposed to be writing something. I didn’t feel too bad. So did everyone else that I was with, and I didn’t think any of us have the intent of writing anything. I just don’t have that kind of time.

Then I came home to discover that the cat had again pooped on the rug. This meant massive cleaning and scrubbing.

I lost it.

It was seven-thirty and I was supposed to be at the party that was going on at rehearsal, I was supposed to have a dessert with me, and I just couldn’t face it.

So I scrubbed the carpet, and put the packages I’d purchased for Christmas in the room that I keep closed off. I put the packages out of sight, thinking that maybe these were upsetting the cat and that he thought we were moving or something.

He hates change, so I though maybe I was making him nervous.

I also called home to find out how my father was. He had stayed in bed all day and still claimed that he was in pain. I have no idea what the truth of any of this is. The doctor’s say there’s nothing wrong, but claims he is in pain.

I suppose the truth is somewhere in the middle.

All I know is that my mother is feeling stressed and is concerned that I’m going to get sick again at Christmas and that will mean I won’t be at her house.

She keeps warning me not to get sick. As if I have any control over that. I got sick on Christmas Eve last year and totally missed Christmas day and she was about to flip out.

So I’ll have to try to stay healthy and not get run down. So the only way to do that is give up doing some things. That means not going to rehearsal tonight and going to bed early.

So be it.

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