three strikes and you're out

It's been a stressful time in my life. I am struggling with my anxiety disorder. I have an unbelievable amount of stress and work (and sometimes at home) and it is taking it's tool (?) on my body. I have been having chest pains and tightening which I went to the ER for last spring and they said "take you meds" which I usually don't because I don't want to be loopy when i am alone with my kids or others. but I have been taking them lately and still am stressed. They tell me my eczema is caused by stressed too and the meds for that aren't touching it lately. so my body is really being affected. I have taken some baby steps to lower my stress for my health's sake.... then there are days like these.

matt's English teacher who happens to teach next door to me brought over three papers with word for word copying. Of course matt's was one of those. we called him down. He had no idea about the one, but admitted to working with the one girl on the assignment. so we told him that was cheating. he said no. after the teacher left I told him how disappointed I was in him and instead of being sorry, he defended himself. infuriating. I'd like to elaborate more, but have to give the kid some privacy...

I'm finally free. my meeting after school is over and I go across the street to pick up the kids. as soon as I open the door Denise is yelling at me because the twins are acting up while crossing the street from Preschool. sigh. I say what do you want me to do? I'm at work. she said talk to them. it worked for awhile last time.

I now get a new perspective of calling parents of students and how frustrated they are. I get it. They are thinking I'm at work deal with it. That's how I feel... maybe that is why God is putting me through this.

Oh and had a shot at another job today. I didn't feel I was qualified, but I think I could talk the person into hiring me. thought about it for awhile but decided not to.

sorry not funny. just therapy.