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You are right, I stayed up way too late last night...but I was anxious about W and then got all worked up watching TV, and next thing I knew it was midnight. (And I had been doing so well with my bedtime discipline!) So I am home earlier than is typical for me to catch a little rest before heading back to school tonight for Open House.

You are also right to be sympathetic about W. He is officially unemployed since August 1, had not--until today--gotten his first unemployment check, only got 1 month severance after 32 years with his company, and despite career counseling and daily effort to find a new job, he hasn't gotten any offers. It's stressful, I know it is. I guess I'm trying to be supportive as I know how but it's new to me and maybe I'm not good at it, or not doing what he needs me to do. As I found out yesterday, by the time I get to talk to him after school, and check in on his day, I'm the 5th or 10th person who has asked all the same questions, and yesterday he snapped. He did acknowledge later that he lashed out on me--inappropriately. Today we are back to normal, and he to his new normal--depressed and stressed. For two days it was so nice to see him smile and make him laugh, and help him forget about it all. But that brief respite while we hung out and enjoyed each other's company and partied like rock stars and reconnected already feels like a distant memory.

So I am enjoying a Captain and Diet Coke, will watch some TV and maybe even lie down (I never lie down on the couch--probably didn't once all summer) before hitting the shower and putting on my I-love-teaching-and-your-kids face.

I wonder if you are still mad at J or feeling better, if you talked to him about the Crackberry or let it go...

Hope you're better. Barb