How To Make This Clearer

Dear Confusia,
UGH! ARGH! WTF??? Class started three minutes ago. Everyone is working on completing writing projects that have been started but not finished. I said, "Because it's important that we get these pieces completed within the first hour of class today, everyone needs to be respectful of each other working and not talk." Within 30 seconds, the class was so loud I could not hear a girl standing in front of me asking a question. So again I stated, "There should be no talking right now. Everyone needs to be finishing incomplete pieces." After 30 seconds, the talking had started again. I then asked the class, "Should we work on a writing piece in which each of you writes what it means to be quiet and the consequences of chosing to talk when you have been asked three times to stop?" Finally, they stopped talking. Seriously, three times in three minutes. It's not like I teach in an SED class anymore. I get it. It's Friday. Trust me, nobody is more aware of that than me, but come on. How long until lunch???
Love, Terps

Dear Terps,
I am enjoying my own little portion of Hell today, so don't feel alone. Last night, I took my son to the ER because he's been sick for three days, and it won't go away. He was burning up, throwing up, totally lethargic, and looks like he's lost 10 pounds. The doctor at the ER admitted him, so he spent the night there last night, and probably won't be released til tomorrow. I am really worried about him. He won't eat anything other than 2 cheetohs five hours apart. Without food, I'm worried that his body won't have enough calories to fight off the infection. It turns out he's got strep throat, which is insane, because he hasn't complained about his throat hurting at all. I thought it was the flu. He looks so pale lying in the hospital bed with an IV in his little arm. He can't even walk because he's too weak. A few minutes ago, the babysitter called to tell me that the baby is throwing up now, too. I just got Con, Jr. out of the hospital Monday, and she's still up to all of her fun behaviors. In the past three weeks, I have been through TEN different completely devastating events. I mean, any ONE of these things would have been insane to deal with, but TEN!!!! I'm beginning to just feel like I'm going to crumble. Half the time I don't know whether I want to cry, throw up, or crawl into bed and refuse to come out until next January. I swear, I think the only thing that is keeping me from a nervous breakdown is my fantastic daydreaming ability. I just won't think about more than one of these things at a time, and that only when I'm being forced to do so, which unfortunately, is frequent. I'm going to talk to a counselor next week and I'm hoping that will help. I haven't been home before 9:30 any night this week. that may sound normal to most people, but not for a single mother of three. The housework is building up with me not there to do it. I just go from doctor appt. to hospital, to this relative's house, to that relative's house, checking on one kid, filling another's prescription, to work, back to the doctor's office. Some days, I feel so overwhelmed. I feel bad because I've been so busy dealing with all of Confusia, Jr.'s issues, that I'd taken my son to his dad's so he could watch him while he's sick. Now my son is worse off, and I feel it's because I didn't get him to a doctor sooner. I feel like shit. I needed to vent.
Confusia
Dear Confusia,
Yes, so I guess you are right. I have no reason to complain about chatty girls, all things considered. It was helpful to read your reply so as to ground me a little better. It helps too that I have a new class right now that is taking an exam and that are totally silent. (And boy do I love silent.)
So, I'm so sorry to hear that the kids are sick. I can't believe how the shit just keeps stacking up against you. It seems overwhelming to me and I'm only hearing about, not dealing with it. If you need anything from me, let me know. I know I can't be a huge help from so far away, but I'll do what I can. I'll definitely buy you a chocolate cake shot next weekend if we get to see each other. I know alcohol is a temporary fix, but it's better than no fix at all.
Love, Terps
Dear Terps,
If you want to complain about chatty girls, feel absolutely free to do so. They get on my effing nerves, too. :)
I also can't believe how everything just keeps going. I thought for sure after the first thing, that it would be fine. Then the second thing happened, then the third, and so on...I seriously am flabbergasted! I keep in mind, though, that despite it being as bad as it is, it could still be so much worse. I just love my little Isaac so much, and he is such a sweetheart, that seeing him so miserable hurts. I'm hoping that I can get the baby to the doctor right away so she doesn't get where Isaac is now.
As for the cake shot, you're on. Anything helps. If I could, I'd be going to a resort hotel tonight with my, um, friend, and a massive bottle of Capt. Morgan's. I'd get drunk and unmake the bed very, very well...ha ha I realize that's a horrible thing to say, but a little brevity helps me deal better.
Love, Confusia