What's up with Whatsit

I traveled back in time this morning

I've gone back to the juvie jail. Mentally, that is. A little boy in fourth grade went there with me, being a smart a**. In an instant, my mind went back to my old job, and I told him off. He shut up and did his work.

I hate doing that. The whole reason I quit that place was because I hate being that way. Some people that work down there get their jollies from it yelling at kids. I'm not one of them. I wanted to come work with "regular" children so I could go back to being a "regular" person, because I was carrying that toughness around with me, even in my personal life. It's hard to be a certain way all day at work, then flip a switch on the drive home. I knew my personal kids needed a different mom than I was being.

I know good and well this child deserved what he got from me. He's had it coming a long time. That doesn't make it any easier.