John made me take my xanax with me, but I didn't need it. I don't see the psychiatrist again until June 30, so I'm riding out the panic wave for the moment. Knock on wood, but I think it's going to be OK. If things deteriorate I'm calling her and getting there, even if I have to close the damn daycare again. Speaking of the daycare, I've figured out two things:
- Two infants teething is probably what gave me the most recent panic attacks.
- I'm not taking infants after this. I want to have another one of my own, but I think I've had enough of someone else's. I love these kids, but all day every day is burning me out, fast.
Well, "Sir I Take Two Months To Push A Tooth Through" is up. Gotta run!