If it's not one thing, it's your mother

So last night during a phone conversation, Sweet Daughter of mine told my mom we wouldn't be coming to visit until we could afford to stay in a hotel.
Guess who's giving me the silent treatment?
"How does she do that from 2000 miles away?", you ask.
I'll tell you: she emails my daughter at my email address and says nothing to me. And it's my BIRTHDAY!

KaBOOM!

I feel like I'm going to implode. No - really. Thoughts of all of the crap I have to do are swirling around in my brain, causing hurricane force winds at my brain stem cortex, and a veritable nor'easter near my frontal lobe.
How am I supposed to do all this shit? Grade, Plan, Teach, Assess - oh, and earn recertification points on my own time. All I really want to do is teach, and obstacles keep getting in my way. And the thing is, the people who are supposed to be supporting and helping me are the ones putting up the obstacles.
When The Spouse starts making some real money, I'm going to get out of teaching. It's sucking my soul dry.

S.A.D.?

With the days getting shorter, and the darkness lasting longer, my mood sinks. I'm going through one of those blah phases that starts in October and lasts until April. I think it's called Seasonal Affective Disorder.

I'm behind in grading, too. Like two weeks behind. Students keep asking me when I'll give back their papers and tests and I feel guilty that I haven't returned them, stressed out that I still have to grade them, and angry that I have 130 students' papers, tests, quizzes, and homework to grade.
I just want to crawl into a hole and never come out.

Eating My Words

I apologize to the kid I called a bratty 9th grader. He just came and apologized and told me he should have been more responsible. Plus, I talked to his mom last night and she was very supportive. So I caved and accepted his assignment (which he worked on last night and corrected to follow the directions).
So.
I was wrong. I am so happy about it!!

Private School Drop Out

Just had an unpleasant conversation with a bratty 9th grader who transferred to public school after attending the hoity toity private school in town. I'm shaking and I don't know why. He expects me to give him full credit for his half-assed effort. He didn't bother to follow directions on an assignment he's known about since the day he transferred into my class OVER A MONTH AGO - He transferred into my class the second day of school, so it's not like he's brand new to my class. Anyway, because he didn't follow directions I would not accept his work. He was dumbfounded. I highly doubt that anyone ever held the privileged little punk accountable. Along with directions-not-followed-assignment was a note from his mommy telling me that they didn't have time to get his assignment done the way it was supposed to be done, and would I please call her if it was a problem.
So I called and left a message on her voice mail (cell phone?) and I'm dreading the pending phone call - I will be trying to stand my ground and she will be trying to enable her spoiled brat kid. Why oh why did I become a teacher?