After long days of stress, sadness, frustration, and broken hope, the final straw broke the camel's back. With a few particular incidences (which, for confidentiality matters, I can't go into detail about) the school finally decided that the combination of kids in our class could no longer remain together. It was clear that the situation was getting worse and the overall mood and safety in our class could not take another blow. So after much consideration, the teachers decided it was best to remove a few select student from our classroom and separate each of them into new classes. The hope was that they could have a fresh start in the new classes, and that our class could attempt to undo the behavioral patterns that had already been set within these past two chaotic months. The relocation of the kids would be effective the following Monday. So my lead and I both took a deep breath and tapped in to what little patience we had left in order to get through the remainder of the week.
To my surprise, however, my boss also decided to mix up my schedule a bit so that I could have more time in my day to touch base with my lead without the kids there. So rather than work out on the playground for the evening time, they figured it would be best that I stay inside and strategize with my lead. Since our class needs so much work, we are on top priority to get things settled in our class. So it is highly important that we have time to collaborate. The only down side to this was that, enrollment has also been down at our school, so in addition to changes in my schedule, they cut an hour off of my day. After several weeks of non stop stress and tears, I was being told my hours were being cut. I was crushed. How could I save for Pickle with cut hours?! I'm not even a mom yet and already I feel like I'm not providing enough. But after talking it out with my husband, we realized, an hour won't make the biggest of differences. We can still be crafty with our budget so that we can still save for Pickle. Plus, with me being home a little earlier, I can help take care of the house more. Not to mention, with daylight savings, it's nice to get home just as it's getting dark.
Still, I came home that night and, again, spent a good deal of time crying. After all the stress of my class, only to be told I was having my hours cut!....it felt like a slap in the face. Do they not like my work? Am I not working hard enough? Have all my days out being sick caused them to reconsider their hiring me? But...I suppose in this state of economy, with jobs being so scarce, I should be happy it's just a one hour reduction and nothing more.
If the Pickle you are talking to doesn't appear to be listening, be patient. It may simply be that he has a small piece of fluff in his ear.
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