I guess I'm really anxious about moms progression since the last time I saw her. She no longer can use the walker, just wheelchair. I need to get better now, and pray that I can be strong. Work is s wearing me out, kids and behaviors. I know I'd be able to handle things better if I didn't have this big worry, but I'm not drinking so that is big in itself. I had to make a phone box. Kids have to put their cell phones in it when they enter. I'll get shit for that, but they sneak all the time and I have to be the mean teacher now. I hate being the meany.
Thanks for being here.
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