I am sad. I am sad. I am sad. What am I, everybody? Right. Sad.
God. I am struggling. My pool is green. The late July storm, the uneven yard, the boys have been so rough on the pool. It has a slow leak, just like the GD front drivers side tire on my car (and I bought all new tires in March!).
How, how, how am I going to do this job? How am I going to show up and face all these people I don't trust and who don't have faith in me every day and maintain a good attitude? How am I going to be an assistant to the new hire who got my job? The principal flat out told me she wanted a deep male voice managing the 8th grade math class and then hired a woman. So it was always me. I was the failure. How am I going to be nice when I am humiliated, devastated, and so publicly a complete failure? I mean, obviously, I have to be nice, I have to work, but for the first time I had a job that wasn't mindnumbingly dull and I failed at it. I just feel so sad. My j button isn't working and I have to pound it 2 or 3 times to get it to work. So I am throwing myself into planning how to decorate my tiny classroom, because what else do I have, and I can't focus on one thing. I decided on the cozy collection from Schoolgirl Style, but I bought the print at home version and the browns keep using up all the yellow ink. I keep ending up with pink rather than neutral copies. I have already gone through 2 color ink cartridges. Then I ended up buying woodland type stuff on temu for the class. WTH? It won't even match. I just keep shopping away my pain and I am so broke, my credit score is low, low, low, and I still have to pay to have the 1/4 of a big old tree that fell on the fence and into the neighbor's yard cut. I HAVE NO MONEY.
And on top of it all, I forgot. I can't remember what I was going to say. The on top of it all suggests something big, haha.
Oh man. I want to go camping and travel. But I am afraid of both the man AND the bear. I don't wanna be eaten by a grizzly in the Rockies, nor do I want some sadistic guy messing up my camping trip. I ache to be married again, but experience suggests it's not a good idea. Plus I really have zero sex drive at this point. Menopause is good for something I guess. I don't know why people complain so much. It's kind of freeing. I am not officially in it yet, but far enough along. I guess if I had someone I liked enough the sex drive might come back. Who knows? Who even cares? Dorothy Boyd was so right in Jerry Maguire. A bath, a good book. Well, she was complaining, I think, but I am not. But still, I want to camp. There should be an escort service where you can just hire a well-vetted man to travel and camp with your family and do the heavy lifting. Build the fire and sit around it. We don't have to talk=most things people say are so obvious anyway. That'd be nice. Eh well, I probably can't afford the gas and my car has 191k miles already.
The hard part for me is hiding my feelings. People will ask are you excited? I don't like to lie. It's inappropriate to tell the truth. And honestly. It will be fine. It will all be fine. Fine. Fine. Fine. Fine. At least the Sped staff are good people. Almost every sped teacher I have met has been down to earth and pretty decent as far as humanity goes. Can't say that for everyone.