A new day

I got my project done that was supposed to be done, just in time to hop on my other projects.

But what I’m proudest of is telling my special-needs students that class is NOT going to be in session this week. We can spitball next week. Momma’s got to lie down and rest and will call you individually to administer spankings.

I’d still trade my mother for a bottle of Klonopin, though. But when it comes to chipping away at my newfound anxiety, this is a good start.

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