A little rundown of my day:
- I’ve been confused all day long about what day it is. I’m pretty irritated to keep learning that today is only Friday not Saturday, thus meaning my work week is NOT OVER YET.
- A little kid spit on me today. It landed in/on my face. Lips, forehead…yep, my face. (He apologized, got a talking to from his mother and apologized again. He even gave me a little-kid hug.)
- Sometimes I feel like I’m just going to explode…the waiting is awfully hard and somehow it seems to be getting harder.
- If I ever get married–stop laughing!! it could happen–I’ve decided that I want to have a sing along at some point during the ceremony, perhaps during the recessional. A casual ceremony and a sing along. [I'll be sure to file that idea right where I can find it should I ever need it.]
- I have had the same cramp in my left hamstring since November, 2008 and it hurts. I can’t seem to stretch it out so that it stays gone and clearly, anytime I take a step with my left leg it’s pretty much followed by a step with my right one. Weird, right? I should see someone about that.
- Like the Backstreet Boys, my hot flashes are back! Yes!
- I miss my mama.
- I’ve accepted the fact that I’m unable to wash my hair without getting conditioner into my eyes. (I mean seriously. Every. Single. Time.)
- A blogger that I’ve followed for a couple of years has recently announced that she’s moving to a new job. I’ve never met this woman, but oh how I can identify with her job struggles! I know we all have them and that no job is perfect, but hearing that she is moving a new job gave me a tiny sliver of hope. She lives halfway across the country from me, works in a completely different field (different from both my current and my desired fields) and it’s quite likely that we’ll never actually meet, but a change in her situation gave me some hope about my job search. Isn’t that silly? My God is bigger than that.
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Why did he spit in your face?? Accident? Purpose? I’d like to take a switch to that kid.
I think he was quite intentional about spitting, as he was about five or six. I don’t think he meant for it to land in my face, but he was quite comfortable with the mechanics of spitting.
I wanted to see him get a spanking or SOMETHING that would get his attention, but that did not happen. Even after the apology, he didn’t seem chastened, just sorry he was in trouble. I guess that’s the way it works with kids of that age? My experience with children (small and not-so-small) is quite limited, and incidents like this make me not want to change that, at all. :/.