Back. Hope you don't mind if I jump right in, here. DH is a software engineer. Been working for a major hospital in NH for about seven years, now, never any problems - in fact, he was a major player in a complete system replacement and wrote/adapted all the new software to accomodate it. New boss came onboard about a year ago who doesn't seem to have a clue about software applications, and they've been like oil and water, these two. Like I mean, TOTAL personality conflict, which apparently erupted today in a bit of an unpleasant confrontation. So, DH is figuring to look for a new job, and I'm a bit of a nervous wreck, although of course I grinned at him and said, "This was just what you needed to push you towards something else... You KNOW you've been wanting to move on!" Yeah, right. Fact is, I'm nervous. The man is no spring chicken, He's sixty. I know that he has the skills and the background and all that, but gawd....do they hire sixty-year olds? Of, of COURSE they do, right?
Ahhhhhh. I'm sure it'll all be fine; there are actually some major hospitals in our area, and if he worked closer to home, it would be better for him anyway. Right now he drives about 50 miles each way.
So, I'm just sort of in shock - didn't expect this, really. Figured he was just kvetching about his boss, but everybody does, so I didn't see anything unusual in that.
Well, this, too, shall pass, I'm sure. Just needed to get it off my chest.
In the meantime, I'm STILL eating on plan, as they seem to say here on 3FC. Don't ask me why. Ordinarily, any sort of upset sends me scurrying to the refrigerator.
I was driving home tonight feeling so damned witchy. My daughter called and asked me if I could stay home from work next Friday to watch my granddaughter because there's a development day at school for the teachers, and my daughter can't take the time off - already has appointments with clients that day, and her husband, who teaches in Boston, doesn't have a development day. Yes. Of course I can. You know, my kids are all grown, now, with jobs, husbands (well, my son has a girlfriend with whom he lives out in LA) and some have children (not my son, thank Gawd), but they have these busy, busy lives and sometimes it feels like I am constantly doing for them without much payback. Maybe that comes when I'm old and feeble. Oh, ****, I'm just feeling churlish and I know it!
Time for me to pack it in for the night.
Sorry this was all about ME. Really.
Ella darling----you now know what we talk about here----not loooooosing weight!!! haha----that was a lovely rant----try not to worry too much about the situation cause perhaps the powers that be will not be any rush to lose your husband---especially when he has been so great at his job---maybe the boss will get the boot!!! ohhhhhhhhhh we poor women---we are always the ones everyone lays down their troubles!!!!right now,i would like to say we have been setting RECORD LOW temperatures and i am sick to death of it!!! i am freezing me arse off!!!
Ahh, Bagzie, if it were only possible to freeze a bit of my arse off, I'd do it. Much easier than cutting back on food, or horrors, exercising.
Ella, we are women, watch us roar. And take care of everybody else.
Gpa Jim is back in the hospital. Nursing home called and said they didn't feel comfortable keeping him, he was in pain and distended abdomen. They hauled him back to the hospital, and now they've decided he has colon cancer. Surgery today at 2 pm. You may ask why they're doing surgery on an almost 94 yr old. 1. he wants it done 2. he'd eventually be in horrible pain w/o surgery. 3. he may sail through this and be fine for another 10 years.
Sorry to be doom and gloom again.
DD is back from southern CA. She said she was so happy to be home that when her plane descended back under the clouds at the Portland airport it was all she could do to hold back the tears. Leave it to a native Oregonian to be happy when you leave the sunshine for the rain.
DH's youngest sister is having dire financial problems - long story, her own fault - and now she's being evicted from her rental house. I'm just waiting for her to ask if she can move in w/ Gpa Jim. I don't know what the answer will be. I really don't want the chaos. Tell me I have enough to deal with. Tell me she's a big girl, married, supposedly responsible for herself. Tell me it wouldn't be selfish of me to say there's no room at the inn here. Tell me. I'm such a sucker for a sad story.
Oh Lawdy, this is nice. LOL. Just participating in the "stream of life". Isn't that poetic?
Thanks for the "there, there..." Bagzz, and the reminder to roar, Wabby. I love roaring.
My ex-H had colon cancer. He wasn't as old as Gpa Jim, of course, but so long as the tumor is encapsulated, they can just remove the section that it's in, reconnect the rest, and he should be back in business, or at least back in whatever business 94 y.o. men are in in the first place.
I wish MY DS felt the way YOUR DD feels about So. Cal. Once he went out there to school, we haven't been able to lure him back except for a week in June and a week at Christmas.
I slept very poorly last night, got up at @ 1:00 in the AM and ate an apple dipped in peanut butter. Not "On Plan" as they say here on 3FC, but not nearly as devastating as if I'd eaten a chocolate bar. That would've had me binging into next year. I'm actually kind of looking forward to weighing myself on Sunday. FEELS like I may have dropped a few pounds, but who knows? With my luck, I'll have gained 10!
And Wabby, just for the record, MY vote is that you have enough on your plate taking care of Gpa Jim. I don't think you can be expected to bail out your irresponsible SIL as well. How much can they expect of you, anyway?
The weather down this way is looking up! Freezing our buttskis off all this week, but supposed to be in the high 40's tomorrow. I'll have to get out my bikini! (Auuurrgh. NOT)
Ella
Gosh, I didn't know about the Girl Scout diet! Nobody even sold me any this year. I feel terribly left out....
Here's what's wrong with that idea of losing weight eating nothing but frozen dinners: I had one last night before I went out to another meeting , and when I got home 2 hours later I was starving starving. The box said it was 9 oz of food, but really it was nothing more than an appetizer. So then I finished off the Doritos and started in on the Cheezits. Practically everything I bought yesterday was processed food. Although I did throw in some fresh veggies. I just didn't eat any of them. Lotta good they'll do me. I eat fat and salt when I feel stressed out, which believe me I do. This project is giving me a headache.
Oh Sugar, not that sick stuff again! I hope you feel better.
Well, Ellabella I feel your pain on the spousal employment front. Mine got dumped unceremoniously when the local paper mill went belly up 4 years ago. He sat on the couch and moped for what seemed like a lifetime and then got a job that only lasted a year and a half. He's been out of work now for 21 months, every minute of which has been excruciating. And he's an engineer with tons of supervisory experience. He just turned 50 and I'm starting to wonder if he will ever do anything. What I can tell you is that as long as he is still at his current job, he will have a very good chance to be hired, but lord knows if he ends up sitting on your couch for any length of time, you're in trouble! You are fortunate to be in an area where there are lots of options. We have almost nothing here. The job openings are so scarce that everyone and their mother apply to them, so the chances of getting the job are so slim it hardly seems worth bothering.
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still Sparking.
Well, I'm still sparking too -- every time I walk across the rug in my socks! That probably wasn't what you meant...
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Ahh, Bagzie, if it were only possible to freeze a bit of my arse off, I'd do it.
Oh if only. Frankly when my arse freezes, it doesn't seem to do it a bit of harm. I think if I tried to freeze it off, I would lose something I actually had a use for, like my nose or my ears...
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Tell me I have enough to deal with. Tell me she's a big girl, married, supposedly responsible for herself. Tell me it wouldn't be selfish of me to say there's no room at the inn here. Tell me. I'm such a sucker for a sad story.
Oh dear, you know you don't want to let her move in! It would be different if she were the responsible type and she actually wanted to take care of Gpa Jim or something, but if all she would do is add to your stress, tell her the place is infested with rats, tell her it's being demolished, tell her anything but "move on in"!!!
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and he should be back in business, or at least back in whatever business 94 y.o. men are in in the first place.
I think that would be mischief, in his case...
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I wish MY DS felt the way YOUR DD feels about So. Cal. Once he went out there to school, we haven't been able to lure him back except for a week in June and a week at Christmas.
Ah, my recurring nightmare last year before DD decided not to apply to anything farther away than NYC. I think she would love LA, but we could never spend the money for her to go back and forth much.
Speaking of DD, she is on her way home as we speak! She and the BF are coming home for the weekend. She picked a good weekend, it finally warmed up (to almost 30! whoopee...) and it's beautifully sunny.
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I slept very poorly last night, got up at @ 1:00 in the AM and ate an apple dipped in peanut butter.
I'm jealous. If I could eat apples, I would be a lot skinnier now. Shortly after my dd was born, I went on a diet that encouraged having apples with peanut butter or cheese as a snack, and I really enjoyed that. Unfortunately a few years after that, I became allergic to raw apples, along with many other fruits, and I've never found a really appealing alternative for snacking. You know, other than chips and crackers and everything bad for you.
Well, I must go do more on this hideous sign project. The project's not really all that awful, but it is keeping me up at night thinking about it, which makes me hate it. Maybe I'll enlist DD and bf to work on it. I actually cleared off the kitchen table for a change....well, most of it. I have a pile of mail for DH that is over a foot high.
Cowpeach: I just washed my new socks. They still look adorable.
i want to stop by and tell you that i have to go and drink some booze tonight--i have enjoyed today's conversations and will comment on them when i return in a tipsy state------------well,maybe i will wait til tomorrow!! love yas all!!!!!!
Just me. Back yet again. I won't keep posting constantly, I promise. It's just beem SUCH a weird couple of days, now. I don't know how to insert quotes - I'm so illiterate computer-wise, I'm afraid. So, have to rely on memory. Gawd, Im sorry to hear about your DH's lack of work at present, Kiwi. That must be so frustrating - for him as well as for you. You're right - there IS opportunity around here, and hopefully he'll find something quickly. My next-to-oldest daughter is the area exec. director of the American Heart Association, so she has a lot of contacts in the hospitals, and has said that she'll use them. I really don't know what I'd do if he were to be unemployed over a long period of time. I have to admire your strength. I'm afraid I would've just crumbled. Maybe not. I guess we do what we have to, don't we? I'm sensing that the women in this little "club" are extremely strong and capable people.
Well, he and I have both settled down some after last night's shock and dismay, etc., etc. Maybe no apples & peanut butter for me in the middle of the night tonight.
Oh Lawdie, Kiwi - you know, when I was on the Atkins diet for lo, those seven years after my son was born, and staying nice & slim & svelte, I would've said "Who CARES about fruit, anyway?" I've never been much of a fruit OR vegetable lover. But I just can't face another lifetime of Atkins, and I've been reprogramming myself, here. I'm actually enjoying fruit and veggies like I never did. So, I'm sorry that you've developed those allergies. I don't think those frozen dinners are enough for ANYBODY. I was bringing the Lean Cuisines to work for lunch for a while, but was starving an hour later. Always ended up at the vending machine, which didn't have a single healthy thing in it. Not a single one.
I'm eating fiber, fiber, fiber, which is surprisingly filling, and drinking a LOT of water - something else I've never been able to do. Always hated it. I'll let you know if I'm ten pounds heavier come Sunday when I drag my butt onto the scale. I've just been feeling like this - for so long now, and I just can't stand it anymore.
Well, I'll have to go throw some paper balls for the khat now. Otherwise, she won't let me go to bed in peace.
Bye for now,
Ella
here last night. Or else she posted something so heinous she had to delete it.
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I'm available for computer coaching...
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I really don't know what I'd do if he were to be unemployed over a long period of time. I have to admire your strength.
It has stretched my tolerance way beyond the breaking point and has put a huge strain on our marriage. Sometimes I think it's mostly pure stubbornness that keeps me here. Whatever it takes though, I guess!
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Well, I'll have to go throw some paper balls for the khat now. Otherwise, she won't let me go to bed in peace.
Well, there's a sport I can get behind! Mine are especially fond of foil balls. They like the way they skitter across the kitchen floor.
DD and the BF are in the kitchen making macaroons with dulce con leche sauce at the moment. Apparently he came over and made her breakfast. I say apparently because I was asleep. Good thing they're good kids...
Oo the house smells sooooo good. Very dangerous.
I took these pictures a few days ago when it was snowing and drifting. The 1st one is my wreath on the front door. The second one is the drift (cliff?) in the backyard; if you look closely you can see the wind whipping up a dust storm of snow. Fun and games in Maine.
I cannot keep up. I mean, I cannot catch up. I see we have a new kid. Hi, Ellabella. Welcome. Just be fatter than me and it'll all be ok.
So, in spite of the fact that I have not read all your posts (I skimmed them) I am going to rant. Do not feel that you should read this. Go clean something.
I love my afternoon kids. All of them are wonderful and the class is peaceful and we get stuff done. The morning kids are different. I am convinced that several (5 or 6) are emotionally disturbed. Possibly they have problems resulting from something their moms did while in utero. They are hor ri ble. And I have no power in that room which makes me seethe with anger toward them. I am not allowed to physically punish them. They do not stay where put and will not serve time out. I am told not to call their moms. I can't work with the good kids because the bads will pile up, usually with a girl on bottom and boys on top, and someone will pull the posters off the wall, and someone will turn on the water and leave it, etc.
So they're supposed to be interviewing for a new teacher for that room on Monday. It makes me a bad person. Really, I can not stay in a room with 17 other people who can hit, kick, scratch me and I can't do a thing about it. I'm told get down into their faces and talk so they'll know I'm serious. I'm told to separate them. Well, they ALL need separating. I'm told to move them every 15 minutes. Forget it. If they don't get me out of there, I'm going to believe I've been set up.
Then, DS has gone to his dad's. I have his whole life being positive about those people to him and encouraging relationships and all that. I'm done. I told him today that every single person with our last name, except MAYBE him and me, are stupid. Actually, we all are.
1. The dad's phone is out of order so DS can't call him. The dad knows this and does not call DS.
2. DS decides to go to every supermarket in the chain his dad works for and ask if he works there. He find them unhelpful. He calls me.
3. I call an aunt who lives near the dad and ask if she'll call DS, who is near by and lost, and tell him how to get there. She won't. I believe she was unwilling to foot the phone bill. She wanted him to call her but he's driving and he can't write down the number and I want to slap them all.
4. He find it.Accidentally, I guess.
So how it work calling cell phones from land phones. If it's an out-of-area area code but you're in the area, is it long distance?
Kiwi, I think you're admirable. If I had a DH, I hope I'd hang on to him, too. I a going to watch tv and vegetate now.
Well, I hope Bagzz had fun, wherever she went and wherever she is now (probably sleeping peacefully, which I what I wish I was doing - I wake up much too early, especially on non-work days. It's SO annoying!) I haven't been out for a drink in so long I can't even remember when the last time was. Now that I'm so old, alcohol just puts me to sleep, and I can do that on my own, so there's really no point.
Hiya Cowpernia! Nice to meet you. I probably am fatter than you, so we should get along famously! Sorry to hear about the problems at school. Are you teaching a special needs class? If so, it sounds like there are WAY to many kids in there to be at all manageable. Here in Massachusetts, there are limits on how many special needs kids can be in a class, and if I'm not mistaken, it's somewhere around six - and that's WITH a teacher's aide in the room as well! If your kids aren't special needs, then they've got to be the most ill-behaved and uncontrollable group imaginable. My SIL teaches in inner-city Boston, and doesn't have that much trouble with his students. Whatever can their parents be thinking?
As for your son's pursuit of his father, I can readily identify with how you're feeling about that. My ex and I split a year before my second youngest left for college. All of MY share of the proceeds from the house sale went to her college tuition. (She also worked and got scholarships; things were pretty lean at that point). THEN, the same year she graduated, my youngest started, and I had four more years of tuition, books, fees, etc., etc., while the ex, who is a school principal ironically enough, went his merry way. He didn't bother contacting the kids, never sent them a dime for anything beyond the child support that came out of his paycheck off the top. So, now the kids are all grown, and guess what? They have this cozy relationship with their father and his current wife. Like you, I encouraged them, didn't say anything negative about him for fear of injuring their little psyches, and now they're all buddy-buddy. So what am I? Chopped liver? No, I still have a great relationship with all my kids, but the fact that they even bother with their father after he essentially abandoned them still sticks in my craw. Forgiving is a good thing. I always told them that. Just have to wonder why they take the advice you really don't WAN'T them to take, and don't seem to take your *good* advice, you know?
I agree that Kiwi is admirable. And strong. The strength of women is an amazing thing, isn't it? You BET we keep this world turning. If it were left up to men, it would've fizzled away a long time ago. Have you ever noticed that when THEY don't feel well, they just shut down completely, want huge amounts of sympathy, need to be catered to, fed hot liquids, have extra covers put on their poor little selves, while WE just have to bite the bullet and keep doing everything we ordinarily do? Blah!
Kiwi! I definitely will be looking for some help navigating all the fun little mechanics of computering at 3FC! Thanks!
And, that's all she wrote. Or mostly. My two girls - and their two children, Morgan (a girl) 6, and Devon, 5 , were here from @ 6:00 last night 'til 9:30 helping DH update his resume. Back today for dinner and to finish up the resume writing. I'm SO grateful (had visions of moving my furniture into a cardboard carton and setting up housekeeping under the expressway overpass) but ungrateful as it may sound, this does not afford me much relaxation before schlepping back into work in the morning. This old gal needs her rest, I'm afraid.
OMG, Kiwi! You have had some SERIOUS snow up there! Great pictures, but they made me shiver. Keep warm, for gawd's sake! Oh - I'll have to try the foil balls for the khat; DH folds notepaper into little balls for her, and they're all over the house.
Have a good day, all.
A few more questions Ellabella. Think carefully before you answer. In your house, can you see the surface of your desk? How often do you throw out junk mail? Where the last load of laundry you washed?
I read on this knitting list that this woman motivates hereself to clean by allowing herself to knit two rows after washing down the bathroom sink.That will give you an idea where I'm at if I find that idea brilliant. Which I do.
I relate deeply to the needing rest thing. After working with the preschoolers (17 in a room and it IS too many three-year-olds) I work one day a week in a supermarket. Last week, I called in sick because he had scheduled me from 11:00 to 8:30 and I couldn't face it. That is too d*mn long. Yesterday was 10:00 to 5:30 and I was happy to sell beer and chips to the spring breakers.
Now I'm going to do something in the kitchen so I can knit.
Ellabella and I are the same height. I've always found 5'6" very fashionable and it takes so little maintenance to remain that way. My hair rarely looks decent but I'm always nice and medium tallish..
So how it work calling cell phones from land phones. If it's an out-of-area area code but you're in the area, is it long distance?
Nice rant, Peachie! To answer your question, if the number you are calling would be a local call if they were standing next to you, it is still a local call when they are a million miles away, and if it looks like a long distance number, it's long distance even if they are standing next to you. So the aunt would be charged long distance no matter where DS is. Of course, most people don't pay more than 5 to 10 cents a minute for long distance these days, do they? What a cheap b****, she couldn't spend 50 cents to help out her nephew. Much better that he should try to call people while driving around in an unfamiliar area, right?
Honestly, I think a lot of ex-wives have regrets that they have made so much of an effort to "do the right thing" with regard to their kids' relationships with their fathers, but it is still the right thing. I am sure my mom wishes she had beaten into our brains that our dad was an unfaithful spendthrift with an irresponsible streak, but she kept it all to herself and I got to find out "my own self" what his flaws were, long after I had cemented a good relationship with him. I mean, I was a fairly mature person before I had to face the fact that he wasn't perfect, and I feel good about it looking back (he died, wow, ten years ago). I wonder what difference it might have made in my and my brother's lives if we had grown up not thinking the world of him. My brother always used my dad as a role model, but mostly he copied his bad attributes and didn't do much with his good ones.
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I read on this knitting list that this woman motivates hereself to clean by allowing herself to knit two rows after washing down the bathroom sink.That will give you an idea where I'm at if I find that idea brilliant. Which I do.
Ah yes, baby steps, right? I reward myself for each tiny little household chore with a cup of coffee and an endless "few minutes" on the computer. No wonder I never get anything done. Did I mention I cleared off the kitchen table. It's covered again. But I don't really care, because hanging out with my DD is definitely high priority than clear surfaces (although I would like to have both). She is on her way back to school (off to your neck of the woods actually, ellabella). I miss her already. Although truthfully I didn't see her by herself for more than a few minutes all weekend. But that's all right, the bf is a good guy and as far as I'm concerned he can come and go as he pleases. (DH finds it a bit uncomfortable, but hey, he's in Florida, he doesn't get a say!) BF was here folding DD's laundry when I came down this morning. I'm pretty sure he had just called her about 5 minutes before then.
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I've always found 5'6" very fashionable and it takes so little maintenance to remain that way. My hair rarely looks decent but I'm always nice and medium tallish..
You're goofy.
Must go retrieve the doggie from the outside. Oh I hope she hasn't been digging. We had a big thaw yesterday. Still plenty of snowdrifts, but where the driveway and yard were plowed, it's either a sheet of ice or muddy dead grass. Yuck.
Thanks for the phone explanation. You try (I try) and try not to be stereotypical about people and THEY do it for you.
I always felt that kids believe they're like their ancestors and if I said "Your dad is a selfish, big-mouthed jerk," I'd be telling DS that came from such stock. But I'm on the verge of saying it now. DS has the widsom teeth to be removed in a week. The aunt, Aunt I-Am-God-As-I-Control-All-The-Family-Inheritance is going to be visiting one day during all this. I don't know why. She lives in the north. I wonder if she's going to see MY son. Anyhow, if these person don't end up paying for that surgery, I will spew.
WHAT A LOVELY SUNDAY CHAT YOU ARE ALL HAVING!!!WELL!!! my dd who is spending this term abroad is now heading to Ireland with her cronies for the week ---they will be in the land of the leprechauns for St Patty's day celebrations ---should be loverly!!---regarding Peachers!!!-- that is utterly ridiculous that you have to look after 17 kids---you must have so-called 'helpers' right??? if not,that must be totally illegal---there is no way there is one adult to 17 kids ANYwhere!!---i am sure if anyone is helping you they are decendents of the do-do birds.----it makes me tired just thinking of it............oops!! i want to keep talking but dh just brought in the groceries and i have to help unpack!!
What a lucky boy DS is, Peachie, to have God come visit him while he's having his wisdom teeth removed. I hope you don't have to spew.
A plane just flew overhead very low, like it was going to land. Weird. Private plane. In the winter they land on skis on the lakes. I wonder if sometimes they get the wrong information about conditions where they're going to land and put the wrong thing on their, um, feet, and then can't land? Like if the lakes had all melted and there was no snow but they had skis on? These are things I wonder about...
DD informed me that she is going to get her wisdom teeth out this summer. Apparently she forgot to say "Mommy dearest, please make me an appointment to have my wisdom teeth out" because I certainly don't have it on MY calendar. Isn't it darling how they just assume you will know that they need something and take care of it for them? She and BF are suggesting they should have their wisdom out at the same time so they can recover together. I told them they definitely should take turns, because who will take care of them if they are both recovering at the same time? (Silly question, of course, the mommies will)
I am still making signs. It will never end.
How cool to be in Ireland for St. Paddy's Day! She is just having the time of her life, isn't she?
I've noticed everyone has gotten rid of their sigs, out of sympathetic horror at the one I had up the past week or so. Do you like this one any better?
, and when I got home 2 hours later I was starving starving. The box said it was 9 oz of food, but really it was nothing more than an appetizer. So then I finished off the Doritos and started in on the Cheezits. Practically everything I bought yesterday was processed food. Although I did throw in some fresh veggies. I just didn't eat any of them. Lotta good they'll do me. I eat fat and salt when I feel stressed out, which believe me I do. This project is giving me a headache.
So, have to rely on memory. Gawd, Im sorry to hear about your DH's lack of work at present, Kiwi. That must be so frustrating - for him as well as for you. You're right - there IS opportunity around here, and hopefully he'll find something quickly. My next-to-oldest daughter is the area exec. director of the American Heart Association, so she has a lot of contacts in the hospitals, and has said that she'll use them. I really don't know what I'd do if he were to be unemployed over a long period of time. I have to admire your strength. I'm afraid I would've just crumbled. Maybe not. I guess we do what we have to, don't we? I'm sensing that the women in this little "club" are extremely strong and capable people. 
for so long now, and I just can't stand it anymore. 
Nice to meet you. I probably am fatter than you, so we should get along famously! Sorry to hear about the problems at school. Are you teaching a special needs class? If so, it sounds like there are WAY to many kids in there to be at all manageable. Here in Massachusetts, there are limits on how many special needs kids can be in a class, and if I'm not mistaken, it's somewhere around six - and that's WITH a teacher's aide in the room as well! If your kids aren't special needs, then they've got to be the most ill-behaved and uncontrollable group imaginable. My SIL teaches in inner-city Boston, and doesn't have that much trouble with his students. Whatever can their parents be thinking? 
Forgiving is a good thing. I always told them that. Just have to wonder why they take the advice you really don't WAN'T them to take, and don't seem to take your *good* advice, you know? 
Or mostly. My two girls - and their two children, Morgan (a girl) 6, and Devon, 5 
, were here from @ 6:00 last night 'til 9:30 helping DH update his resume. Back today for dinner and to finish up the resume writing. I'm SO grateful (had visions of moving my furniture into a cardboard carton and setting up housekeeping under the expressway overpass) but ungrateful as it may sound, this does not afford me much relaxation before schlepping back into work in the morning. This old gal needs her rest, I'm afraid.
She and BF are suggesting they should have their wisdom out at the same time so they can recover together. I told them they definitely should take turns, because who will take care of them if they are both recovering at the same time? (Silly question, of course, the mommies will)