oh Anne, job~ma, job~ma, job~ma! I hope you get it, I hope it's temp-to-perm, and I hope they buy out the contract so you'll be permanent and comfy as soon as possible.

{{vw}} I hope you feel better soon.

When I dropped Nick off for the first time I cried; he cried. I could hear him screaming all the way to the car. Only, as soon as I drove away he was fine. And continued to do that each time for the first 2 weeks, and continued to be fine after I was out of earshot. That was nerve-wracking.

All the job~ma for Anne!

Much job~ma, Anne!

Anne! Awesome! Much job~ma coming at you.

Thank you! Basically, the job is in their corporate training department, so I would get to do the kind of research and writing I like to do, plus a chance to brush off my teaching skills. I have always enjoyed teaching adults, and am looking forward to having a job where I can do some of that from time to time.

Oh, shit. My son thinks the band teacher is preparing to kick him out. It's quite possible; he's getting an F at the moment from always forgetting to turn in his practice reports, and he told Will that he wasn't going to promote him even although he did well on his audition because "he didn't like his attitude." He didn't come to the parent-teacher Come To Jesus meeting we had two weeks ago, so we didn't get a chance to explain how badly he was being bullied by the other children in band class.

I have sent a super-polite E-mail explaining that Will thinks the band has given up on him, and I certainly hope that isn't true, and what can we do together to help Will succeed?

Shit. Will loves playing the trumpet, and I would hate to see him basically driven out. For months, all the other children have been saying "WILL!" whenever anybody, not just Will, made a mistake.

I hate people.

Perfectly normal, Susan. I freak at the thought.

Though, at this point, I'm so frustrated with the hunt that I'm sure my panic will be tempered with the relief of having found a place.

(Infant spaces = really hard to find. Also, about as much a month as my mortgage.)

That dress Aimee linked to would have fit my mother when she was younger. Hard not to have BIDs when growing up vastly outmeasuring *that*.

I like this one: [link]

Damn, Betsy. I am so sorry. If the teacher is letting the other kids harass Will, then he has no business whatsoever saying he doesn't like Will's attitude.

I'm betting that Will is so solidly in the Kids I Don't Like category that he didn't even notice the harassment.

Betsy, at this point, what are your options for switching schools and getting a fresh start for him?