Mamarati

a girl with half my genes is turning 13.

If there’s one thing I can say about anything — it’s that my genetic code will definitely live on.

Try to imagine I’m not saying that as if it is a good thing.

Just making an observation, there.

thirteffingteen. Can you imagine such a thing?

Oh the hell my life would be if I had to endure the involvement of her father in my life as a “partner” in trying to raise her.

I would probably be dead now. He’d have killed me. He tried more than a few times. I’ve never since met a person as controlling and jealous and paranoid, I don’t think. That was some really scary stuff.

Better not to think about it.

(she’s alive, so stop mourning this day every year, I tell myself)

In other news- they repossessed my diary. Didn’t I just say something about that? Jeeeeez people.

Oh well, I’ll be back over there in a week, and until then I will just hope that my entries will save one out of every ten tries. It’s the best I can hope for.

There’s a new girl at work who I am training. Been there a month and already I’m training. It’s a pattern. I have a knack for rules and procedures and shit like that. I should use that somewhere.

Anyway, she’s nice and sweet… but like, dude… she’s so not the sharpest tool in the shed. She’s kind of just an extra person to have in the afternoons, not even to fulfill our ratios or anything, but just to have. In case, so it’s not like she’s a primary caregiver and has to memorize every baby’s schedule or know precise kinds of stuff… this isn’t exactly rocket science anyway, though it’s an important job, of course… but there are things all of us in the room are pretty anal about, like disinfecting the toys and surfaces and cross-contamination issues… we don’t like the babies to be sick. No one wants that. And she just isn’t really paying great attention or getting what I’m telling her. She used to be an 8th grade teacher and is working here part time for a while until she goes back to teaching in the fall… she just had a baby.

Anyway, it’s mildly annoying. I think we’re going to see if she can be an extra hand in the older class and have the girl that is in the older class in the afternoons come to our room… because we all like her and she’s crazy nuts. She needs a stage, she’s so dramatic. Breaks out into song and dance all the time. The babies love it.

I was going to say something else but I suddenly just got real tired.