A friend of mine apparently tried to commit suicide over the weekend. Her 11 year old daughter found her passed out on the bathroom floor. I am angry at her, glad she is alive, worried. It is like having another child to worry about, except she is an adult. I am a bundle of confusion about how I feel. But she is back on her medication. We shall see how things go. It sucks to be her.
I substituted at the middle school today. I was manhandled by a little girl with Down's syndrome, yelled at by a very large 7th grader who was made about a hockey game in gym, and told by a 6th grader that I was his arch enemy. What a really fun day.
And my laundry is still on the floor in baskets NOT FOLDED.