This pretty much sums up how I'm feeling today.
Is fighting the good fight worth it?
How long before you realize you are out gunned and surrender?
I'm having a tough time being an educator in parent clothing these days.
For those of you who are not teachers, let me put it this way...
when you go to the docotor, how would you feel if they didn't wash their hands?
I'm not asking for much and that is what makes it all the more frustrating.