How kids break your heart-- chapter 341
Just a few random realizations....
This week I was sent by "upper management" to take a three day class to further my career knowledge. I used to get real jazzed about this crap, because I am a geek and not only do I love "school" but I also love being the teacher's pet.
Apparently, that's all changed too. Firstly, the class started at 9am. This means I needed to get up earlier, pay extra for my daycare worker to get up earlier and get her ass to the daycare ontime (only late once out of the three days-- her, not me), get Meg up earlier (leading to crankier evenings) change her routine,which she did not take to well and wound up falling asleep this week on the couch, only to awake in a puddle of my own drool.
My husband used to ask me about my day, and with something like this going on, I'd have all the more to talk about. It was day two of the class before he "remembered" that I was not in the office and instead in a class. We've yet to discuss it. For all he knows I was in pole dancing class. Which would have definately been more interesting.
Further more, and this is not commical, I can't believe the emotion that I have experienced this week worrying about the Alabama teen missing in Aruba. Natalee was apparently on a high school graduation-celebration trip and was last seen leave a club with three boys.Every time they show those boys in custody, I want to jump into the TV and rip their throats out. Natalee's mom is vowing not to leave Aruba without her and she spends her days handing out flyers and prayer cards.
It's the saddest thing I have ever seen and I can't stop watching it because I am so hopeful that maybe she IS alive somewhere and this is just a terrible joke.
Also heart wrenching, is watching the moms of the suspects crying and terrified to lose their children to jail. Though a piece of me does judge them for raising kids that could have done something so suspect. The entire thing is totally and utterly tearing at my heart and soul.
Kids break your heart into a million pieces, put it through a meat grinder and then stomp all over it and they don't even know it.
Note to self-- Meg is NOT EVER going on any overnight trips, nor is she allowed to drive, date boys, drink alcohol, wear red nail polish, wear a thong (oh please let this trend end in the next 15 years), and or wear anything "low rider". Ok?
This week I was sent by "upper management" to take a three day class to further my career knowledge. I used to get real jazzed about this crap, because I am a geek and not only do I love "school" but I also love being the teacher's pet.
Apparently, that's all changed too. Firstly, the class started at 9am. This means I needed to get up earlier, pay extra for my daycare worker to get up earlier and get her ass to the daycare ontime (only late once out of the three days-- her, not me), get Meg up earlier (leading to crankier evenings) change her routine,which she did not take to well and wound up falling asleep this week on the couch, only to awake in a puddle of my own drool.
My husband used to ask me about my day, and with something like this going on, I'd have all the more to talk about. It was day two of the class before he "remembered" that I was not in the office and instead in a class. We've yet to discuss it. For all he knows I was in pole dancing class. Which would have definately been more interesting.
Further more, and this is not commical, I can't believe the emotion that I have experienced this week worrying about the Alabama teen missing in Aruba. Natalee was apparently on a high school graduation-celebration trip and was last seen leave a club with three boys.Every time they show those boys in custody, I want to jump into the TV and rip their throats out. Natalee's mom is vowing not to leave Aruba without her and she spends her days handing out flyers and prayer cards.
It's the saddest thing I have ever seen and I can't stop watching it because I am so hopeful that maybe she IS alive somewhere and this is just a terrible joke.
Also heart wrenching, is watching the moms of the suspects crying and terrified to lose their children to jail. Though a piece of me does judge them for raising kids that could have done something so suspect. The entire thing is totally and utterly tearing at my heart and soul.
Kids break your heart into a million pieces, put it through a meat grinder and then stomp all over it and they don't even know it.
Note to self-- Meg is NOT EVER going on any overnight trips, nor is she allowed to drive, date boys, drink alcohol, wear red nail polish, wear a thong (oh please let this trend end in the next 15 years), and or wear anything "low rider". Ok?
posted by Jennifer at 9:45 PM
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