Apr 26, 2006 09:16
I LOVE everyone's happy posts. They make my day. Even if you're miserable, you should just post something with a lot of exclamation points and 'yays!' and smiley faces, just to make me feel better. Because, let's face it, that's the most important thing.
The weddings start! Matt and I are going to his friend's wedding this weekend, Dev's best friend's wedding next weekend, and my cousin's wedding this summer. Yikes. He tried on his clothes last night and he looked HOT. Mmmm. The bummer is that all of the weddings are at least two hours away. But whatever. Yummy boyfriend, dancing, cake...totally worth it.
My kids are growing up! I've been here for over six months and they're changing like crazy. When I started, Sally couldn't crawl or roll over, and now she's walking! I agreed to work for them for a year, but I might have to find another job after that because I'm not making enough money :(
So I had to pick Lexie up at extended care the other day and I had Jameson and Sally with me. There were about twenty kids and four teachers. It was a busy room. Anyways, one of the teachers calls this little boy to her desk (which is right in the middle of the room and right next to where I was standing) and tells him to go change because he smells. Loudly. In front of everyone! I was horrified. And the poor kid was like 'I didn't do anything. I didn't go to the bathroom'. And she was all 'yes you did. Don't be embarrassed. Just go change'. It was so bad. So Lex gets her stuff and we leave, and as I'm putting Sally in her carseat, I get a whiff of her diaper. SHE had gone to the bathroom. That's what the teacher was smelling. Oh my gosh I felt so bad. I was so mad at that teacher, though. Way to humiliate a little kid. I hope she tripped when she was going to her car and fell in the dirty diaper that someone had accidentally left on the sidewalk.
Matt and I are taking my little sisters to the Kiss 108 concert in May. Haha it's TOTALLY not Matt's kind of music. Natasha Bedingfield, Nick Lachey, James Blunt, etc. It's going to be a teeny-bopper infestation. But he's being a super boyfriend by going with me.
Um, the end.