It's lunch time. The landline keeps ringing. It's not for be but it sets my nerves off. Why? I keep thinking its the school calling us to pick up our dependent. Today I volunteered in the library. I did not pass by the class to see the teacher at recess. I did not look for my dependent in the yard. I did, however, leave a note for the guidance counselor and the principal. The one for the principal ends with SINCERELY, (my name), ADVOCATE FOR (my dependent). I requested and appraised the principal of what is going on.
This situation almost caused me to take .5 Xanax but I was eventually able to overcome it.
My relation and I take our dependent to the library now to do homework. It helps D focus. I appreciate being out of the house. The 1.0 generation doesn't get their knickers in a bunch cuz 3.0 has homework.
