Money is awesome but...

Earning my first paycheck in 12 1/2 years is awesomer. Unfortunately it'll be the last paycheck until I find a replacement job. I quit after 5 days. I decided that unless I'm getting hazard pay, I won't bother risking my life everyday with a crazy 15 year old...so not worth it. Let's just say, they never taught me how to deal with a 17 year who is coming at me with 2 forks or a 15 year old running around with a butcher knife, and even though it's easy to get out of the way of a kid throwing a big heavy rock, it's best not to get into the situation in the first place. I'm just saying... I spent a whole Monday realizing what the term "flight or fight" means. I'm definitely a flight person....

Thankfully, this has taught me wonderful lessons.
1). I love paychecks...I do...it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy.
2). Cleaning up after other peoples kids isn't so bad when I'm getting paid.
3). Working in a group home with psychotic kids is not for me.
4). Down Syndrome kids are my favorite...especially C who makes me sad that I won't be going back. Luckily for me he left a lot of voice memos for me to listen to over and over and I'll always think of him while listening to "I gotta feeling" by Black Eyed Peas.
5). I enjoy working and it's nice to miss my kids.