5 things not to do with your nails wet...
For the first time in my life I have nails long and nice enough to keep painted. So I now I have learned- a little belatedly- how freaking hard it is to have nice nails.
1) Anything with your children- like any thing. Within this category I have personally experienced the following:
A sleeping baby will ALWAYS wake up the moment you finish painting your last pinky nail.
A child will ALWAYS have a poopy diaper, when you THINK your nails are dry.
An hour after you think your nails are dry- you will engage in a tickle fight that will ruin your
nails.
2) Don't wash your hands- You would think after a decent amount of time of "drying" that it would be ok to wash your hands. Liquid soap, water- nothing harsh about it. Yet, your nails look like a 2 year old who used a 3 inch paint brush did your nails.
3) Don't go to bed. Sheets are your worst enemy. WORST. ENEMY. EVA
4) Your pointer finger will sustain the worst damage from ANYTHING. You know how mom said not to point- maybe this is the reason.
5) Don't kiss your hubby- He will want more than a kiss and "more" will ruin said manicure.. lol
Monday, October 29, 2012
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Contradiction
So my last post was all about, I need something new, teaching is wearing me out, blah blah blah.
Then someone said something that unintentionally pissed me off. They insulted my job with out meaning too. They said something along the lines of "oh, you are a teacher? You don't get paid enough and all those Kia in one room, gah." I felt very defensive in that moment. It is like: you can talk bad about your siblings, but no one else can. Except I am an only child
Anyway, it really irked me, and made me realize that I really do like my job, I really do love my kids, and I rally don't want to go anywhere else. Not that I have the guts to leave my job and go else where anyway- I can be a big talker, I suppose.
So if you ready last blog, then the very next day saw my fb update and thought I was a little bipolar. It is ok, because I am.
I am here at a social studies conference getting amped about teaching in new ways. Sometimes we just need to be energized and renewed.
Then someone said something that unintentionally pissed me off. They insulted my job with out meaning too. They said something along the lines of "oh, you are a teacher? You don't get paid enough and all those Kia in one room, gah." I felt very defensive in that moment. It is like: you can talk bad about your siblings, but no one else can. Except I am an only child
Anyway, it really irked me, and made me realize that I really do like my job, I really do love my kids, and I rally don't want to go anywhere else. Not that I have the guts to leave my job and go else where anyway- I can be a big talker, I suppose.
So if you ready last blog, then the very next day saw my fb update and thought I was a little bipolar. It is ok, because I am.
I am here at a social studies conference getting amped about teaching in new ways. Sometimes we just need to be energized and renewed.
Monday, October 22, 2012
good teacher
You know that movie bad teacher? The one with the gorgeous Cameron Diaz. She really is a bad teacher. I thought watching that movie would piss me off, but I had a good laugh with it. I was able to take of my "teacher hat" and just enjoy.
That is a really strange and barely related introduction to the post that has to do with the ridiculousness that is my job. This is the first time since I have been teaching that I have wondered if this is the job for me? OK wrong question, this is definitely the job for me, but is it the job I want to do? Again- wrong question because I desperately want to do my job, and do it well. Maybe the question is Can I do this job any more?
I was telling my cousin this weekend, as his phone rang off the hook from his job, that it was such a blessing that no one calls me after I leave school to ask me to do my job some more. Sure, if I was a glutton for pain, I could check my e-mail. I am and I usually do. But it is not mandatory and no one expects me to do anything about the e-mail they send after hours until the next day. I take that back, there are a few crazies out there who can't understand why I cant provide a multiple choice make-up test the very next day when they e-mail me at 11 pm. But again- few and far between. Anyway, so I am watching him take these calls, most of which I feel if the person on the other line had tried, they themselves could have handled the task, and I realize there is no perfect job.
I could teach college, but the hours would suck in a different way. AND I would have to go to school to get my PhD. That would be way expensive. I have a girl friend who teaches the "teaching" class at her local high school. That seems like a really sweet deal.
I would love to work for a text book company, but no one is buying text books these days- I know we haven't had an adoption in 5 years. Our reading books are about 10 years old- at least. There is a lady who comes to our grant training, and shows us how to use the materials we purchased as a grant. She is a former teacher and seems to have a lot of fun.
In reality, I am not going anywhere. I am going to stay a teacher. Continue grading papers. Still disciplining, encouraging, and bonding.
That is a really strange and barely related introduction to the post that has to do with the ridiculousness that is my job. This is the first time since I have been teaching that I have wondered if this is the job for me? OK wrong question, this is definitely the job for me, but is it the job I want to do? Again- wrong question because I desperately want to do my job, and do it well. Maybe the question is Can I do this job any more?
I was telling my cousin this weekend, as his phone rang off the hook from his job, that it was such a blessing that no one calls me after I leave school to ask me to do my job some more. Sure, if I was a glutton for pain, I could check my e-mail. I am and I usually do. But it is not mandatory and no one expects me to do anything about the e-mail they send after hours until the next day. I take that back, there are a few crazies out there who can't understand why I cant provide a multiple choice make-up test the very next day when they e-mail me at 11 pm. But again- few and far between. Anyway, so I am watching him take these calls, most of which I feel if the person on the other line had tried, they themselves could have handled the task, and I realize there is no perfect job.
I could teach college, but the hours would suck in a different way. AND I would have to go to school to get my PhD. That would be way expensive. I have a girl friend who teaches the "teaching" class at her local high school. That seems like a really sweet deal.
I would love to work for a text book company, but no one is buying text books these days- I know we haven't had an adoption in 5 years. Our reading books are about 10 years old- at least. There is a lady who comes to our grant training, and shows us how to use the materials we purchased as a grant. She is a former teacher and seems to have a lot of fun.
In reality, I am not going anywhere. I am going to stay a teacher. Continue grading papers. Still disciplining, encouraging, and bonding.
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Playing
So I have really tried playing with little man a little bit every day. Today I took him outside with the rake. I made a little pile of leaves, swung him around, and plopped him in the middle of the pile. He immediately put his hands in the air and remained stick still.
He was terrified to touch the leaves. This is RH magic trick to keep him where I want him. Put that bigger in a pile of leaves and I am gold! When he got his sad face on, I took him out. I threw him in again, and this time he crawled out. It was too cute. He only wanted go palms to touch the leaves, not his fingers. It was like watching a woman with wet nails try to pick up something.
The hubby took over taking when he got home and was dropping leaves over him. He would pull his hands up to his face and squeal. Ah-dor-ah-ble. I know one day they are going to groan and say "Do I have to rake" and I will be forced to bribe him to go outside and touch a leaf. But for know I will thoroughly enjoy the squealing boy before me.
He was terrified to touch the leaves. This is RH magic trick to keep him where I want him. Put that bigger in a pile of leaves and I am gold! When he got his sad face on, I took him out. I threw him in again, and this time he crawled out. It was too cute. He only wanted go palms to touch the leaves, not his fingers. It was like watching a woman with wet nails try to pick up something.
The hubby took over taking when he got home and was dropping leaves over him. He would pull his hands up to his face and squeal. Ah-dor-ah-ble. I know one day they are going to groan and say "Do I have to rake" and I will be forced to bribe him to go outside and touch a leaf. But for know I will thoroughly enjoy the squealing boy before me.
Friday, October 5, 2012
The beach was Good, it really was
So There were many great things at the beach, many lessons learned.
One- 10 lbs of fresh shrimp is really only 5 pounds of cooked shrimp.
The hubby really wanted fresh sea food while we were at the beach. So he and his dad headed out one afternoon in search of some. He returned with a big stinking bag of fresh shrimp- fresh as in eyes, tentacles, and tails. This is about 3 pm. I go ahead and start cutting heads off the shrimp. I find some really big guys in there and we get excited about our haul. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. The hubby starts to shell and gut them. Cut. Cut. Shell. Gut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Shell. Gut. It takes much longer to shell and gut these guys than to cut the head off. So, My brother in law begins to help. cut shell gut, cut shell gut. Well about 3 hours later we are nearly done. nearly. OMG really. We all stink, our backs hurt and we are starting to think shrimp- not so great. Finally, we finish and then cook the shrimp. Well after loosing their heads, shells, guts and being cooked. They looked like the little cheap shrimp you find inside your lean cuisine microwave lunch. You know the ones that are so small they truly match the name shrimp. Next time pay the extra bucks and get the shrimp ready to eat, because that was ridiculous, and will not be repeated.
two- my kid can sleep with someone else in the room, he just chooses not to when mommy and daddy are around. That stinker slept just fine with his cousin in the room that whole week. They "talked" and then went to bed. Even if his cousin was having a rough night and cried some. Little man just rolled over and went to sleep. OR, he tried to comfort his cousin. It was cute.
Three- My kid is totally straight. EVERY girl that walked by in a bikini was watched with the same intensity he gives to Elmo's World every morning. He likes girls- ALOT. Yikes.
Four- Baby Boy pukes the same amount in North Carolina as he does in Georgia
five- blogging really does help when you are feeling down and out
six- Mother Nature loves me just enough. She gave me my first period since the baby before we went to the beach AND decided fall could wait until we were getting ready to head home. She is a gem, that one.
seven- I have a great Uncle who flew in from Chicago to take care of mom so we could have our vacation. Great Uncle. Awesome Uncle.
One- 10 lbs of fresh shrimp is really only 5 pounds of cooked shrimp.
The hubby really wanted fresh sea food while we were at the beach. So he and his dad headed out one afternoon in search of some. He returned with a big stinking bag of fresh shrimp- fresh as in eyes, tentacles, and tails. This is about 3 pm. I go ahead and start cutting heads off the shrimp. I find some really big guys in there and we get excited about our haul. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. The hubby starts to shell and gut them. Cut. Cut. Shell. Gut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Shell. Gut. It takes much longer to shell and gut these guys than to cut the head off. So, My brother in law begins to help. cut shell gut, cut shell gut. Well about 3 hours later we are nearly done. nearly. OMG really. We all stink, our backs hurt and we are starting to think shrimp- not so great. Finally, we finish and then cook the shrimp. Well after loosing their heads, shells, guts and being cooked. They looked like the little cheap shrimp you find inside your lean cuisine microwave lunch. You know the ones that are so small they truly match the name shrimp. Next time pay the extra bucks and get the shrimp ready to eat, because that was ridiculous, and will not be repeated.
two- my kid can sleep with someone else in the room, he just chooses not to when mommy and daddy are around. That stinker slept just fine with his cousin in the room that whole week. They "talked" and then went to bed. Even if his cousin was having a rough night and cried some. Little man just rolled over and went to sleep. OR, he tried to comfort his cousin. It was cute.
Three- My kid is totally straight. EVERY girl that walked by in a bikini was watched with the same intensity he gives to Elmo's World every morning. He likes girls- ALOT. Yikes.
Four- Baby Boy pukes the same amount in North Carolina as he does in Georgia
five- blogging really does help when you are feeling down and out
six- Mother Nature loves me just enough. She gave me my first period since the baby before we went to the beach AND decided fall could wait until we were getting ready to head home. She is a gem, that one.
seven- I have a great Uncle who flew in from Chicago to take care of mom so we could have our vacation. Great Uncle. Awesome Uncle.
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
The beach
The beach was supposed to make me feel better. The day before we left, the under of my left eye started twitching. It hasn't done this in years. It is only when I am super stressed that this happens. I was hoping that this week would relax me and I would feel better. But I just feel more depressed. I haven't really been depressed in a long while either. It sucks because it makes the beach suck also. Little man HATES being outside, even when well covered and in the shade. I don't know if it is the noise or the wind or he just hates anything that will make me happy. Big boy has developed a serious attitude about everything and has become suddenly attached and must be next to me. But at the same time he wants to run amok near the water. My new bathing suit doesn't fit well. At least it was cheap. All I want to do is sleep and that just looks weird on a vacation with your in-laws. They won't get it, trust me, we have had this conversation. I have a weird rash on my leg, WTH. I NEVER have skin issues. My eye twiching has just gotten worse. Just depressed.
Monday, September 17, 2012
stess
stress does not even begin to describe it...
So Last Monday began as a sucky Monday- First of all, it was a Monday. By all understandings, it was supposed to suck. Mom called the Hubby all pissed because the dogs had to go out. Since I have started working and she is watching the boys she requested that I take the dogs out in the morning. Which I did. Well, apparently, they needed to go out again. So she takes them out, they chase another dog, so she lets them go. Which is a good thing. It is better than them taking her down. So when I get home I can hear Munchkin barking in the distance. So I walk through the neighbor's yard, until I come to the creek and woods so thick, I can not see in.
I walk back to the house and change clothes. Jeans, Gymshoes, lightweight jacket and gloves. Then I dove right into the woods that surround my house and wind through the neighborhoods. After about 30 minutes walking through the woods following the barks of my mother's dog. I come upon the stinkers. They had managed to completely knot themselves into the woods. How they managed to get that far before getting tangled is beyond me. They were so far in that if they had not been barking, I would have NEVER have found them. I knew I had to be close to the neighborhood that backs up to ours. I know there is one there, I can see lights from houses in the winter. After more vine dodging, I come to a fence. A SOLID fence. So we follow the fence until We breakthrough to an open yard. Indeed- a neighborhood. In fact THE house that I had been at for a yard sale just a month or 2 before. I could have sworn the house was near ours- In fact is is the house I can see the lights of in the winter after all. So I walk the dogs home along the roads and when I arrived home another good 30 minutes later, I showered. After the shower I mapquested my walk home. 2.5 miles. Yeh. Good Job Dogs.
Oh and I started my period. For the first time in 2012.
That was Monday.
Tuesday- My sister in law learns she has lost her holiday bonus and may loose her job
Wednesday I am told that I have 11 days of unpaid leave from work. I only work 180 days a year so when you miss 11 of those days unpaid it is VERY expensive. The kind of expensive that renders one with out a paycheck for an entire month.
One upside- I realize after about 10 minutes of uncontrollable sobbing that I have short term disability. But we are unable to get a hold of the lady who handles insurance for the school system.
Thursday- Finally speak to insurance person and get paper work to be completed. I fax that off like a happy camper.
Oh- and sis in law gets to keep job- but still no bonus.
Friday- Turns out I faxed wrong form to dr office. They are closed by the time I find this out...
Mom calls in the middle of a disaster of a math test- She fell and thinks she broke her ankle.
I leave as soon as I can with out it costing me any more of my paycheck. And I take her to the local urgent care. Good news- ankle not broken, bad news- it is her leg. Just above the ankle, she has a displaced bone.
Saturday- Uncle is coming into town next week so we can go on vacation. Hubby works so I have 3 ppl who are completely dependent on me. It really worked out ok though. Just a lot. A Lot.
Sunday- Revived by worship, Mom still doing well.
Monday- Mom insists on watching baby boy, little man goes to a friends house (same friend who watched him when I was in labor.) I called at lunch and mom seemed a little out of it, she said she was sleeping, baby was asleep and everything was fine.
I come home and everything is not fine. I think she took to much meds, she is slurry and spacey. I am so glad nothing happened, but what if it had. She is sleeping now, I pray that it is meds and not something wrong either. I know she did not take them on purpose to get high. That is my dad, not her. It is not her style. She kept saying, I hate this.
I am just
I am just- I don't know.
update:
Mom woke up in a lot of pain. I told her it was prob because of the rain (you know and the broken leg.) She was much more clear headed and better spoken. She mentioned that this weather means she will have a rough day tomorrow with pain. So I said that if she thought it would be bad, then I could put Hade in daycare. She said that it might be a good idea. I already made plans for him to be with the same friend that keeps Little Man Wed and Thursday. Wednesday because Mom has her ortho appt. and Justin can not take mom and the baby at the same time. Thursday- well I don't have an excuse yet. We will play that by ear.
Ok- I NEED this vacation next week.
So Last Monday began as a sucky Monday- First of all, it was a Monday. By all understandings, it was supposed to suck. Mom called the Hubby all pissed because the dogs had to go out. Since I have started working and she is watching the boys she requested that I take the dogs out in the morning. Which I did. Well, apparently, they needed to go out again. So she takes them out, they chase another dog, so she lets them go. Which is a good thing. It is better than them taking her down. So when I get home I can hear Munchkin barking in the distance. So I walk through the neighbor's yard, until I come to the creek and woods so thick, I can not see in.
I walk back to the house and change clothes. Jeans, Gymshoes, lightweight jacket and gloves. Then I dove right into the woods that surround my house and wind through the neighborhoods. After about 30 minutes walking through the woods following the barks of my mother's dog. I come upon the stinkers. They had managed to completely knot themselves into the woods. How they managed to get that far before getting tangled is beyond me. They were so far in that if they had not been barking, I would have NEVER have found them. I knew I had to be close to the neighborhood that backs up to ours. I know there is one there, I can see lights from houses in the winter. After more vine dodging, I come to a fence. A SOLID fence. So we follow the fence until We breakthrough to an open yard. Indeed- a neighborhood. In fact THE house that I had been at for a yard sale just a month or 2 before. I could have sworn the house was near ours- In fact is is the house I can see the lights of in the winter after all. So I walk the dogs home along the roads and when I arrived home another good 30 minutes later, I showered. After the shower I mapquested my walk home. 2.5 miles. Yeh. Good Job Dogs.
Oh and I started my period. For the first time in 2012.
That was Monday.
Tuesday- My sister in law learns she has lost her holiday bonus and may loose her job
Wednesday I am told that I have 11 days of unpaid leave from work. I only work 180 days a year so when you miss 11 of those days unpaid it is VERY expensive. The kind of expensive that renders one with out a paycheck for an entire month.
One upside- I realize after about 10 minutes of uncontrollable sobbing that I have short term disability. But we are unable to get a hold of the lady who handles insurance for the school system.
Thursday- Finally speak to insurance person and get paper work to be completed. I fax that off like a happy camper.
Oh- and sis in law gets to keep job- but still no bonus.
Friday- Turns out I faxed wrong form to dr office. They are closed by the time I find this out...
Mom calls in the middle of a disaster of a math test- She fell and thinks she broke her ankle.
I leave as soon as I can with out it costing me any more of my paycheck. And I take her to the local urgent care. Good news- ankle not broken, bad news- it is her leg. Just above the ankle, she has a displaced bone.
Saturday- Uncle is coming into town next week so we can go on vacation. Hubby works so I have 3 ppl who are completely dependent on me. It really worked out ok though. Just a lot. A Lot.
Sunday- Revived by worship, Mom still doing well.
Monday- Mom insists on watching baby boy, little man goes to a friends house (same friend who watched him when I was in labor.) I called at lunch and mom seemed a little out of it, she said she was sleeping, baby was asleep and everything was fine.
I come home and everything is not fine. I think she took to much meds, she is slurry and spacey. I am so glad nothing happened, but what if it had. She is sleeping now, I pray that it is meds and not something wrong either. I know she did not take them on purpose to get high. That is my dad, not her. It is not her style. She kept saying, I hate this.
I am just
I am just- I don't know.
update:
Mom woke up in a lot of pain. I told her it was prob because of the rain (you know and the broken leg.) She was much more clear headed and better spoken. She mentioned that this weather means she will have a rough day tomorrow with pain. So I said that if she thought it would be bad, then I could put Hade in daycare. She said that it might be a good idea. I already made plans for him to be with the same friend that keeps Little Man Wed and Thursday. Wednesday because Mom has her ortho appt. and Justin can not take mom and the baby at the same time. Thursday- well I don't have an excuse yet. We will play that by ear.
Ok- I NEED this vacation next week.
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