Researching elementary schools with Will-O this afternoon. It was more exciting than I would have thought to read up on the various schools and sift through what would be the best fit for our (relatively) soon to be Kindergarten girl. (There are some fantastic schools from which to apply--that is cool.) We will take three tours tomorrow.
Worst Part of the Day-
I was a few minutes late to pick Scarlet up from preschool as I was being completely hosed by a new resident in our facility. I was trying to squeeze in an admission before leaving (which is normally doable). This girl A.) would not stop talking about nonsense, yet was not answering any of my questions. B.) she was telling complete B.S. when she was yapping away C.) I was buying all of it.
I let her quite literally shed tears on my shoulder as she disclosed (she never tells anyone these things...) her 7 pregnancies resulting in 1 child now who was adopted immediately--she never got to hold him. She is 17, mind you. And this was just the beginning of story after story. As I walked out of the room feeling thoroughly compassionate and dedicated to my work, I passed my supervisor in the hall who casually mentioned "A lot of histrionics, right? Did I tell you she is a pathological liar?" Oooooo. I've been had. Golden Globe, baby.
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