The comfort of a social work roommate...

So last night after a good cry, I did some cleaning (because getting my environment under control helps me relieve the stress from not having my children under control), took a bath, drank a glass of red wine, read a good book (well, two if you count my daily Bible reading), and went to bed before 9pm. I feel better about life this morning.

Better, except for the fact that when I told my roommate I was afraid I would physically injure the next of my children to throw a fit for a dumb reason because it was happening daily, her response was "Did you know when you took the job that there we going to be children in your classroom?..."

I responded that I'd taught daycare for years and been in classrooms since my senior year of high school. Even my 3 year-olds at daycare were more mature than a few of my students this year, and that was why I was so frustrated with my 8-9-10 year olds' behaviors. She just looked at me like I was a moron who didn't know that kids were immature.

I've decided to switch my anger and frustration at the children over to the roommate for a while. I don't have to see her nearly as often as I see kids throwing fits!