Toxic people

Monday was not a good day. I awoke feeling physically rested but realized that mentally I did not want to go to work. I should have gone with that feeling.

In the first 30 minutes of school, one of the kids lost his mind. He had been out of his seat without permission so I told him to return to his seat. Along the way, he knocked over a chair and then started crying because he was so mad. One of the other kids called him a punk. Well, he decided to change course and started to make a beeline toward the other kid. I stepped into his path and repeatedly told him to return to his seat. He kept coming. Finally when he reached me, he grabbed hold of my forearms, which I had crossed in front of myself for protection, and shoved me. I sent him to the office and he was suspended.

On my drive home, I spoke to my aunt. She used to work in education and is always trying to tell me what I should be doing. When I related that story to her, she proceeded to tell me that I was wrong for sending the kid to the office and that I have to be careful about sending kids to the office. I told her that I felt that the incident was serious enough to warrant the kid being sent to the office. Well, she continued on her way and said that if I wanted to continue to send kids to the office that I was in danger of losing my job. I lost it then. I told her that if I could not send a kid to the office for an incident like this, then perhaps they should fire me. And it just kind of went from there.

Oh, and then after all of this fun, she stated that my father should go to this conference he had previously scheduled this weekend instead of taking my stepmother to her doctor's appointment on Friday because my stepbrother is planning on heading up this weekend anyway. And yes, this is the appointment during which they plan to tell my stepmother how she is responding to treatment and what will happen next. See what I mean? She's just a bitch.

Fortunately I talked to my mom after that. She reminded me that there are only really three sane people in my father's family -- my dad and two of his brothers. Along the way, my mom and I agreed that my aunt is a bitch. That's nothing new. I've always known that; I just temporarily forgot it.

Yesterday morning I went into work and asked the secretary to start working on getting a sub for me for next Monday. Yep. That's right. A mental health day. I so hope she comes through. I also made it a point to not speak to my aunt because who needs that. And the Belgian is thinking about coming for a visit so there is some good out there.