Sometimes You Just Need To Rant

I had someone email me a few days ago asking parenting advice. I still haven't responded back because 1. I almost never have time to sit down and respond to emails without having to wipe a butt, clean a mess, or stop a fight and 2. I'm the absolute last person y'all need to take parenting advice from, lol. The truth of the matter is I'm just really run down right now, and in such a funk.

For starters, I've been sick with bronchitis that turned into walking pneumonia. Which is super swell at the beginning of the school year when you have absolutely zero voice. But I trucked on and came to work, because let's be honest - it's easier dealing with 120 teenagers at school than 3 kids at home. On top of that, all 3 kids were sick two weeks ago, and woke up sick again this week, too. And the husband woke up sick, too. Which means multiple doctors appointments, enough drugs to start our own Breaking Bad-esque TV show, and the bare minimum of sleep. Sure, the kids are getting enough sleep, because they might wake once or twice at night. But mom & dad are waking up 4+ times a night dealing with sick and/or hungry kidlets.

On top of that, I'm dealing with all the regular hoopla of opening up a school year. An insane amount of paperwork, learning 120 names, grading hundreds of papers daily, meetings out the wazoo, Open House tonight (oh, and can't forget hanging up student work to make my room welcoming and warm!), collecting money and planning a field trip in a few weeks. My head is spinning!

Let's not forget the graduate class I'm required to attend every Thursday for 3 hours this semester to become "highly qualified" to teach middle school. Forget the fact I've been teaching it for NINE YEARS, and should have been grandfathered in years ago - but my paperwork I sent in FIVE TIMES was "lost".

And at this point, I'm fairly sure I need to de-activate my Facebook until after this election, or until the general population of America raises their IQ twofold and lessens their blind bigotry & racism. If I see one more stupid e-card about drug testing welfare recipients or that everyone who uses welfare sucks, I'm fairly sure my head might explode. So really - when I was on bed rest for 5 months and on short term disability, a viable solution would have been to sell the car I owed more on than I could have gotten cash, completely gotten rid of my cell phone, and made sure I never carried the Coach purse I received as a birthday gift nearly a decade before - simply to keep people from judging me at the grocery store check out while using WIC so I didn't have to choose keeping my house or feeding my children? Add to that the insanity that gay marriage will be forced on us by Obama. Really? Then I hope my new wife is super hot and rich.

And now I feel much better.