Possibly TMI

One of the things about having a classroom full of girls (unusual for a special day class) and female aides is that you all end up...hormonal...together.

I should have known this was coming when J. was...hormonal...last week. E. was complaining of her stomach all day and squeezing our vibrating puppy (kind of like this but shaped like a stuffed puppy -- and it seems to no longer exist anywhere on the Internet.

I am now hiding in my dark room trying to convince myself to go get something for my migraine. :-(