Fact #1: I am no longer a nanny; have not been for almost two and a half weeks now.
Fact #2: That job, despite its innocent and lovely exterior, was slowly killing me from the inside.
Fact #3: I'm pretty sure I was suffering from severe anxiety due to DEVIL CHILDREN. (I was having chest pains and stress headaches all over the place, and also this one ( Read more... )

I'm going so insane that I almost had a panic attack at work the other day and today I felt like an elephant was sitting on my chest. I'm pretty sure I'm too young for a heart attack, so this has to be what's causing it:

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Don't be fooled by the cute. They're crazy. CRAZY. Ow, my chest.

Trinity: Liam's a big baby.
Liam: I am NOT a big baby!
Trinity: I am not a big baby.
Liam: STOP IT.
Trinity: Stop it.
Liam: Miss Ashley, Trinity mocked me.
Trinity: Trinity mocked me.
Me: You don't even know what that word means.
Liam: Yes I do.
Me: What does it mean?
Liam: (Blank Stare)
Me: No name calling.

Two Minutes Later

Trinity: Poopie on the poopie butt ( Read more... )

This is the part in the movie where the plucky heroine sucks it up and, with the help of a jaunty musical montage, whips her life into shape while simultaneously getting control over those spunky kids and all the while having excellent hair*. Also usually there's a handsome fellow in there somewhere as well, as the children dance merrily with ( Read more... )