When my Baby Smiles at Me I Go to Rio

So my mom is here. From Tuesday til Saturday. Of course, now that she is here I am too discombobulated to write out my meals. My sense of time has disappeared. I am so confused. I didn't even show for an appointment because I thought tomorrow would be Wednesday. Of course, it is not. It is now Thursday, goddammit! My former job has called me as well. It looks like they want me back. Half of me is excited, and half of me is quaking in fear. This time around they want me to deal with middle school. Joy. I am probably going to be tutoring algebra. I loved algebra. But that was...geez, during 1997-2000. It's been a while. I've had life happen to me. There has been no room in my life for algebra. I need to relearn it. It is 5:26 am, and I keep looking up the school I have been assigned to. At a website I found, parents graded this school 5/10. Yikes. I researched the ethnic makeup, and it looks like this school have a sizable Asian population. So maybe no more weird looks from teachers and parents. At least the school's website is cheerful enough. I look at the pictures of the children's faces, and try to whip out any maternal or romantic feelings about preteens and teenagers. The children's faces are so much older than the young 'uns I am used to. You can see their intelligence bubbling under the surface, their personalities, their violently pumping hearts. I am scared out of my ass!