I Hate My Job

Which is sad, because I used to love it. For a while, when everything else was going pear-shaped, it was the only thing that I could hold on to.

And then they demoted me because "I have a special needs child." I was working 14 hour days, doing the work of two (or more) people, and I said that I couldn't anymore. And their response was to demote me, as I said. But they did replace me with 2 people.

Update

I think that Spunx is fighting a cold at the moment. Which is scaring me incredibly, for no good reason.

I'm told by his therapists he's making progress, and I'm taking their word for it.

I guess.

He says some words, some times. But he's not... normal. He doesn't talk, but he might recite. He knows almost all of "The C.at in the H.at." He (apparently) holds the highest of high scores on my babysitter's version of "A.ngry B.irds."

But.