I’m tired, it is hot and I cannot fall asleep. My dad came down on Friday. Saturday my mother came home not long after my dad and I got groceries. She was crying. Her dog, Shawnie, might have cancer. If he does, he will not last much longer. He will likely be put down if the results are positive.
I’m rather numb on the whole thing. I don’t really bond with dogs. I mainly felt for my mom. When my father and brother talked about the idea of what to do about getting a new dog, however, I told them that Shawnie was not dead yet and they should not be talking about such.
Sigh.
At “work” I still get morning headaches. The whole job makes me feel misplaced and isolated. That is to be expected though. The school is for those under puberty. Sometimes I cannot understand what they say. Some ask questions I cannot answer. Some just irk me some. They are okay… but… Meh.
The teachers are mainly mothers and any other volunteer is a parent. They talk about their kids and identify each other by said kid. They speak of such, and while intellectually, I understand, but practicality in me says things a parent would consider wrong. I feel more uncofortable with them than the kids.
Other than that, I do my job and then go home at 1:30. Sleep is still an irritation. Yeah, I am sleeping at night, manage to function well enough at the “job” and get home safely… but… Damn…
Sigh.
That is life. Go along with it, deal, and go to bed. Complain, sigh, and then hide off to recuperate. Bah.
My head hurts.