"By your inflection, I can tell that you think what you're saying is funny, but...no."

Fall Festival.

On Friday we will:

Make decorations. Hang sheets from the walls to cover the posters and curriculum. Hang decorations on the sheets. Move centers to hidden locations to transform the classrooms into Egypt, A pirate ship, A haunted house, A sports room and an autopsy room.


Saturday we will:

Show up are work at 330. Finish putting up decorations and be dressed and prettyful in our costumes. Work the festival for two hours or whatever.. and then after... tear EVERYTHING DOWN AND CLEAN AND PUT EVERYTHING BACK............. which means I work late Friday and Saturday... all for two hours of fun that I won't be having. Seriously. Who thought this up?
I love my job. Really I do. But I really only have Sunday off this week. So I will have worked 11 days straight with one day off as of next Friday. I BETTER get some awesome overtime for this.
There people better be glad I love kids.



Also, a little rant on parenting. Don't suck at it. Okay?
Seriously. I know parents who stress out over having one three year old for four hours in the evening and freak out over what they will do with them... I have your kid... plus 14 others in my class for TEN hours a day.. by myself. If you can't get your kid to pick up his sippy cup off the floor when you leave... but I can get all 15 to clean up after centers and sit on the carpet QUIETLY for 30 minutes while I read stories, its you. Not them. Don't yell at your children. Don't beat them. Stop sucking at life you are only screwing up things worse. Be better at your job. And to those parents that rock. Thank you. I'm assigning you a buddy and you will teach them all you know. Thanks.

Better late than never!

I've noticed I haven't written in like... three months. Probably because there has been nothing to write about. I do lead a rather boring life and nothing really ever happens...

Caitlyn and I went on our amazing trip to Houston/Galveston and saw Greenday in concert... completing number 16 on my bucket list. Go. Me.

Jason and I don't speak anymore and neither does him and his family. It's for the best right now. He really needs to get his life in order and I really don't need him IN my life. So that's a plus.

Things at work are great. I'm officially in the 3's class now, so I'm back working with my old age group which is fantastic.

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