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at least they don't hide their poop.

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at least they don't hide their poop.
02.04.03 4:39 p.m.

I had a rough day at work. The full-time members get paid, no matter how many hours they put in. I work for free, and work at least 20 hours a week. Last week was closer to 40 hours. Today there was only one other person working with me, when there are normally four. Then that person left to get her taxes done. So I had about 20 kids to myself, all 2-4 years old, only a few of them know english. OH and the adults had "borrowed" our tv, and I only had 2 cd's to play for them. fun fun fun... I didnt even try to teach anything. Most of them are too young to be taught, and they all wouldnt fit in one classroom to begin with. Again I find myself employed as a "high grade babysitter"... and I don't even like kids! It's nothing compared to what I had to do to keep Jake "under control" but I figure if I could get through Jake, and get through today, I can get through any other day there at the kids center. Every worst case scenario happened today except for the place catching on fire. "mmmm... fire" says Homer. "mmmm... time for the Simpsons" says Joey


Always remember to quit while you're ahead.

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About Me
I am a bipolar genius, child abuse & addiction survivor, who is now a single mother who works 70 hours a week and has had gastric-bypass weight loss surgery a year ago. Wish me luck cuz I need it!!!

Examples of My Insanity
Dead On Mental Health Quiz
Tuna Noodle Casserole Story
Explaining Myselves
Biting Off Redneck's Finger
Got So Crazy Scratched Til I Bled
How I Found Nirvana
Leaving Lon After 7 Years
Bad Luck On 3 July 4ths
Random Craziness (FBI Please Disregard)
How I Ended Up A Junky
Almost Getting Raped by a Marine
Typical Weekend in Ohio
How Cobain Saved My Life


How long could we maintain? I wondered. How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family; will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so, well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere, 'cause it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law enforcement agency and they'll run us down like dogs. Jesus, did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me?


AFTER


WHAT'S MY NAME?!?