House in good shape, food made, laundry done, child bathed–yeah, you could say I’m ready for the new week. Only if you’re insane.
I can’t believe this. Here it is almost the end of the semester, and I still hate my job. It’s horrid. I spend all day running around in circles, I have less help than ever (oh, by the way, the probation officer has been reassigned with no warning, one less person who can help me deal with these kids…) and the ones who should be trying to restore sanity are the ones leading the running-around-in-useless-circles.
*sigh* I will get published. I will get published. I will get published.