Cramps, apparently Seasonique doesn't help.

I haven't experienced cramps in at least a year. My cramps used to be so bad that I'd be curled up in bed for hours at a time. I have a very strong feeling that's where this situation is headed. I need a hug and some arms from the giant. Owwwww.

Today was a pretty long day. I had a meeting at nine thirty, then I went to Topeka for a home visit and then I came back to the office to type up all of the necessary paperwork for a placement for one of my kids. I love knowing I'm helping these kids. It's interesting to meet some of the kids that have gang affiliations, the ones who have been sexually abused, the ones who have actually been the abusers, the ones with previous drug problems....there are way too many stories to cover in one post. All in all, this job is incredibly interesting, but I feel as though I should aim for something that pays higher. This level of work is valued a lot, but it's not paid or rewarded enough. Random note...watching Just Married. The part where they are laying in bed in this ugly run-down hotel, and the cockroach crawls on his neck.....yeah, that'd be me. I've decided. I saw my first live cockroach one day at the agency and almost reacted that way without even having touched it.

I feel exhausted but I know I shouldn't considering I took a thirty minute nap in between breakfast and my meeting. I do however think it would be a bright idea to get a jumpstart on my homework, especially since I spent most of the evening pissed off. My assistant coach, who is now apparently the "head" coach, told me that she's not letting me work my job during the spring. As soon as those words somehow gracefully flowed out of her mouth I had to fight back the urge not to rip her a new one on the spot. I CANNOT stand to be pushed around my someone who will lord my scholarship over my head to make me do anything she pleases. I am an independent woman and I will not have someone force me to ask my father for help, ever. She's incredibly lucky that I kept my racing thoughts to myself.

Okay writing about this is making me more angry. I'm going to just imagine the hug and backrub I need. Homework time.