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I am tired.  Anxious. Frustrated.  Between my new job...trying to learn it...and my class...trying to get everything done...I feel like I am buried.  Everyday I am choking down the panic.

I will be SO glad when this class is over.  Thank God it is only 7 weeks long.  And thank God this is a 3 day weekend because I have lawn to mow and weeding to do on top of everything else.

Bethany is going to move back home.  She is worried about upsetting Jordan.  I told her he will be upset no matter when she does it so just target a date when she is going to do it and work with it.

TJ told me that perhaps Brit is pregnant and he is freaking out cuz he says they can't afford a baby. They can't. But neither could Troy and I...either one.  We made it.  I told him that if she is, they will make it. They have people to help.  They won't know for a couple of weeks cuz it is kinda early.  My sister told me that it is just one more thing for me to get hit with.  I told her I am not getting hit with anything.  It is not my life. She laughed like it was the funniest joke in the world.  I told her, "it isn't. It is their life and they will need to handle it."  I told my kids that I am NOT raising grandkids.  No sir.

But then, does any grandparent plan on raising their grandkids?

One thing at a time.  Right now I am dealing with a whole lot of emotion.  I got my new contract finally and they did not give me one dime more than I was earning for my last job...even though this is a lot more work.  I may take my year of training with them and leverage it into a higher paying position with another school system.  I found out that they lost most of their middle school Intervention Specialists at the end of the last school year.  I am already understanding why.  They gave me an 8th grade IS position.  It has more 'stuff' that goes with it.  I would have been better with 6th grade but they evidently feel I can shoulder the extra work.

I don't want to but I am not in a position where I get a say, right now.  I can say this...any IS position I apply for with a school system, once they see that I was an 8th grade IS, that is where I will get stuck until I retire...or win the lottery.

Nothing has been easy.  This has been like pushing a rock up hill all the way. I sometimes wish I had never started this IS cert. work.  I did it as a back up.  I know there are people out there that do a lot more and handle it.  I am what I am.