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Drool Shower?
03:23 Apr 29 2010
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Today was a fun day. Instead of being in my normal preschool room, I got to play with the infants today! Its always to take a break from the constant screaming, NO's, and fighting. Its nice to just play with a tiny child that thinks baby talk is just the greatest thing in the world. ^.^ Even if they do drool like puppies.

Hamster Brain Jog...
03:42 Apr 28 2010
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Currently: Washing clothes



Finding 5 dollars in the wash but one missing sock.













Maybe I need to wash these socks again.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder?
02:25 Apr 28 2010
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Being apart from a part of your heart is one of the hardest things to do sometimes. While my being apart isn't as bad as the girlfriend/wife/boyfriend/husband as someone in the military, it still doesn't make my short absence without my man any easier.

Before I got into a relationship with my guy, always said that I would never the woman waiting at home for her man like a puppy. Yet, here I am. Waiting, moping, waiting for the phone to ring or a text, trying so hard to keep my mind of wanting him to walk through the door.

I'm not usually this sentimental anymore. After 2 years of this going on, I've actually grown used to it. Its the only time I get the house spotless, my chores done, and able to keep groceries in the house, and the laundry basket empty for the most part. He's my sweet 21 year old toddler that I would love to back hand if I could get away with it.

Today is just one of those days were as the rain falls, so does my ability to really succeed without him. Its hard looking around this house and being alone. Its human nature to want human contact and conversation and the t.v. is the only thing offering that at this point.

Depressing really.

My social life is so far down the drain that the t.v. is my bestest friend ever. >.>

Tomorrow. I will be fine again. Tomorrow, I can look at couples and not snear. Tomorrow, I can look at my face in the mirror and feel complete. Tomorrow, I can smile at my kids at the daycare and love them like I always do instead of hold back a little.



They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder and honestly, I believe it. My guy and I do well with each other. We argue, disagree, love, play, and compliment each other on a daily basis. Yet, when he's gone during the week, like he is now, and only home on the weekends. We "disagree" harder (hehe) and love even harder because we have to fit a whole week in 3 days. (Friday, Saturday, Sunday)



Also,



While MGS:2 is not the best one in the series to me, I love hearing some Vamp on that game.



Oh dear, my panties seem to have disappeared.



Yes, I am slightly pathetic getting excited over a video game but so does my fiancee. He may say he's straight but I do believe that given the opportunity; he would ram, stir, thank you sir Mark Wahlberg and David Hayter (the voice of Solid Snake) any day.

Nap time bubble blues!!
18:12 Apr 27 2010
Times Read: 528

Its naptime at work. All my kids but one are snoring and dreaming. Lovely green goo dripping out their noses.



The one lone child thats up is talking to me and asking me about the bubbles we were playing with earlier. I was running around like a wild child with a bubble wand, creating many bubbles. My kids were chasing me like they were hungry cannibals, eating, popping, staring at the bubbles. My little wakeful ranger asked me if I would do it again. I, of course, being the mean sack of poo I am said no. His response?



Fuck it.





>.>

>:) I'm such a pooper
17:44 Apr 27 2010
Times Read: 538

[a] is me, [g] is the cute little girl at my daycare.

[Today's morning events as followed]



[g]: (finds an inch worm) OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! A CAPITER (that's how she said it)! A CAPITER!

(This is followed by every single child outside flocking to her to see the less than an inch inch worm... yes. It was an inch worm.)

[g]: (flocks over to me with her newfound "posse" and the inch worm) Look Miss. -------!! See my capiter?

[a]: That's an inch worm, baby. Cat-er-pillars are much longer than that have little hairs on them. Remember that cat-er-piller we found last week?

(I am being very careful to pronounce correctly...)

[g]: So its not a cat-a-puter? (.........)

[a]: No... its not a cat-TER-PILLAR.

(Looks at the inch worm, shrugs, and runs off with her "posse"...she then comes back 5 minutes later)

[g]: Miss. -------... I chose a name for my worm. It's Squiggles. (she then whispers) Shhh.. he's sleeping. (she shows me the very dead inch worm.)

[a]: .......Baby, Mr. Squiggles is no longer with us.

[g]: NU HUH! He is my hand!

[a]: No sweetie. I mean he's dead.

[g]: (looks mortified at her worm)

[a]: Want to bury him?

[g]: (thinks about it and shakes her head yes)





We bury Mr. Squiggles and say a few kind words for him.... then my sweet mother child found a lady bug and forgot about her beloved inch worm. Thus, continuing the cycle of insect torture.





R.I.P Squiggles

???? - 2010

I've got the hippy hippy shake!!
04:12 Apr 27 2010
Times Read: 544

I simply LOVE journals.



'Nough said.



Today was ... fun. After the train wreak from this weekend, which is better left forgotten really, I woke up at 8 a.m. this morning, got to work at 10 a.m., and didn't even have to be there until 1 p.m. So, when I could have been in bed, snug as a fat bug under a nice fluffy rug, I was managing, voluntary, 12 rugrats with very snotty noses.



Why is it that when one child gets sick, the rest of the world has too? why? Why? WHY?



[in case you haven't figured it out: I work for a daycare.] :)



All 12 of my preschoolers [ages 3-5] either where coughing enough to put a smoker to shame or coloring the sleeves of their shirts bright green with their noses. Ugh.... I went through a box of tissues through all their noses wiping, wiping, wiping. No, there isn't a virus going around at the moment. [Surprisingly.] Its the Spring weather taking effect and their little immune systems adjusting to the weather change. It always happens at the Fall to Winter change too.



So... guess what the sickest young'un of the bunch does today? Spits in my co-worker's face.

Bad Idea.



Then he hit her.



...that's enough on that subject.



I love my job. It brings me joy to look into a child's eyes and see that pure, innocent, nonjudgmental love that you can't find no where else. Even after countless time outs, fighting, preaching, and glares... they love you unconditionally.



Now I am at my home... back to being my snug as a fat bug in a very, very fluffy rug, needing to go to sleep because tomorrow morning, I have to actually get up at 8 a.m. to be at college at 10 a.m. tomorrow. Followed by work as soon as I get out of school. I am just so restless tonight. I have been the past few nights. I suppose its because of the new birth control I just got on. I reallllyy don't want a cute, loving, bundle of snot of my own yet. I have 12 to love now. 13 is just a bad number.



But, now I am actually having to think about what to write, so I think its times to close this entry.



Goodnight!