I'm REALLY not good at this

This is supposed to be a daily thing, right? Well, good luck with that. I am just so tired all the time that I don't really have the energy for this. And still depressed. I need to get out of this funk! So--here's a little something that made me laugh:

JACK (age 3) was watching his Mom breast-feeding his new baby sister. After a while he asked: 'Mom why have you got two? Is one for hot and one for cold milk?'

MELANIE (age 5) asked her Granny how old she was. Granny replied she was so old she didn't remember any more. Melanie said, 'If you don't remember you must look in the back of your panti es. Mine say five to six.'

STEVEN (age 3) hugged and kissed his Mom good night. 'I love you so much that when you die I'm going to bury you outside my bedroom window.'

BRITTANY(age 4) had an ear ache and wanted a pain killer. She tried in vain to take the lid off the bottle. Seeing her frustration, her Mom explained it was a child-proof cap and she'd have to open it for her. Eyes wide with wonder, the little girl asked: 'How does it know it's me?'

SUSAN (age 4) was drinking juice when she got the hiccups. 'Please don't give me this juice again,' she said, 'It makes my teeth cough.'
DJ (age 4) st epped onto the bathroom scale and asked: 'How much do I cost?'
MARC (age 4) was engrossed in a young couple that were hugging and kissing in a restaurant. Without taking his eyes off them, he asked his dad: ' Why is he whispering in her mouth?'

CLINTON(age 5) was in his bedroom looking worried. When his Mom asked what was troubling him, he replied, 'I don't know what'll happen with this bed when I get married. How will my wife fit in it?'
JAMES (age 4) was listening to a Bible story. His dad read: 'The man named Lot was warned to take his wife and flee out of the city but his wife looked back and was turned to salt.' Concerned, James asked: 'What happened to the flea?'
TAMMY (age 4) was with her mother when they met an elderly, rather wrinkled woman her Mom knew. Tammy looked at her for a while and then asked, 'Why doesn't your skin fit your face?'

The Sermon I think this Mom will never forget.... this particular Sunday sermon...'Dear Lord,' the minister began, with arms extended toward heaven and a rapturous look on his upturned face. 'Without you, we are but dust...' He would have continued but at that moment my very obedient daughter who was listening leaned over to me and asked quite audibly in her shrill little four year old girl voice, 'Mom, what is butt dust?'

Oops!

So much for writing something everyday. I am so not good at this.

Dead Brain

I thought I was getting over the feeling of being unappreciated and betrayed but I think those feelings are here to stay for awhile. I feel "dead" inside and my brain goes into sleep mode when I am not purposefully concentrating on a lesson or a class. Perhaps I need more sleep. Perhaps I need more protein. Perhaps I need a drink. Not really--that would just put me to sleep. Whatever it is that I need, I hope I find it soon and snap out of this funk.

Why?

So, I was too exhausted to come here yesterday. No biggie since I don't intend to tell anyone where this blog is so who really cares.
I was called into the administrator's office this morning just before classes and told that because I hadn't requested an extra evaluation I no longer qualify for my level of extra compensation. I have been devastated this entire day and on the brink of tears. It's not like I'm expecting something for nothing--I put in an extra 150+ hours a year doing extra things for this school. For the first time I would be getting credit for 120 hours of it but no longer. I'm supposed to be a team player and I have been, but where the heck is MY team? I want to tell them what they can do with their requests for me to do extra things beyond what I am contracturally required to do but I know I'll continue to do them. Why? Because, I guess, in my heart of hearts, I don't think I'm entitled to be treated any different.

What's the point?