Just One More Day

Yes. Just one more day till the weekend! I really can’t wait. Alaethia refused to go to sleep till 12:30 last night, woke up for a bottle at 3am and I could barely get up at 5:20, my usual time. I let myself “sleep in” 10 more minutes, but that just made things worse since I got a headache.

Today was SO hectic at work. The kids (and some teachers) are running around like chickens with their heads cut off trying to meet the criteria to attend the field trip next Friday. (Which reminds me: I need to go and buy my own rollerblades. The ones at the skate center smell like rotten cheese.) I had kids going in all day asking me to check their goals. It’s so heartbreaking to have to turn them away because no matter how hard they try, they’re just not going to make it. I really don’t know why teachers don’t push reading until there’s a reward of some sort. Had the students been encouraged to read all year the majority would be going.

I had a little…talk with that kid that was rude to me last Wednesday. He was rude again today and I wasn’t having that crap. I don’t lose my patience very often, but this kid is just something else. Not even the rudest kids I’ve had the pleasure of encountering so far have been as rude as this one. But I think the talk might have worked, we’ll see. If there’s another little problem, I’m definitely issuing out a referral!

Things at home were much better. The boys were well behaved and Alaethia was cute, as always. She’s dancing to the little iPhone tune right now; shaking her bootie back and forth. Now she’s trying to change the channel on the TV. And is doing squats and clapping LOL.

I got to surf for a while, spoke to Sally on the phone and hung up most of the clean laundry that was laying on one of my sofas for a week. I’m terrible about putting laundry away, but I’m happy to know that my boss is also bad with it, so I’m not the only one. I made dinner (sandwiches, anyone?) and then worked out with Mary. I really don’t feel like it’s making a difference at all, but at least I’m doing something and making my heart work. I still need to work on my portion sizes and need to cut down immensely on my sweets-snacking if I want to see some kind of difference. I might go weigh myself at the nurse’s office tomorrow.

Anyway.

*sigh* I’m feeling stressed about certain things, but I won’t write about it now. Maybe I never will. I just want to document this so that I can look back and feel relieved that I made it through this and things got better.