6 42 am

I am so mad. I woke up an hour before my alarm and laid in bed stressing about this stupid piece of paper I found yesterday. I cannot believe I have to worry about this crap when my job is to keep twenty-one four-year-olds safe and happy while pleasing all of their parents.

This year is going phenomenally. My kids are great, my co-teachers are great, but now I am going to be angry and frustrated. I wish I could just let this go, but I am a worrrier, and now I have something to worry about.

The good news is that one of my awesome co-teachers totally went to bat for me. She is so amazing and I can't figure out how I got so lucky that she would through her weight around on my behalf. I also can't figure out why I can't write without using all these weird chiches.

My girls (this is how I refer to the three girls I nanny for in the afternoon) have been saying a lot of funny things, and I have been doing an awful job of writing it down. But I just ordered a super cheap scanner from amazon, so now I can include notes and drawings.

Part of the reason my ability to journal has floundered is that I am uncomfortable writing anything about work. I am worried I might violate CA laws regarding confidentiality (I've asked my workplace to explain these laws to me or at least give me a copy of them, but they have not done so). I am also waiting for that magical day when someone at work finds out about this here diary and makes a big fuss. It seems better to try to avoid that. I even considered starting an anaonymous journal somewhere where I could say that I thought my boss was a nincompoop with immunity. Heh.

So I think the scanner will help me get things going again, on some level. I want my diary to be more scrapbooky anyway, so we'll see what happens. And look at that. My diary turned six three days ago. Now would not be a good time to quit.

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