I had a very nice day. I'm so tired now.
The kids and I didn't get dressed until around 11. Went to the Bowes for their dinner. Dropped kids to Gene. Then back to the Bowes for a bit. Went up to my aunt Deb's-she's the sane one. My mom had already gone home by the time I got there. It took a lot of effort on my part not to type "My mom had bailed" or "Mom flaked on another holiday". Oops! I guess I typed that anyway!
Got home about a half hour ago. JJ dared me to not do any dishes, so I came up here. I'm getting in the bed.
Much love. I'm grateful for my family and friends. And so much more.
...cause it just got scared right outta me!!! Holy macaroli!!
I went outside because I needed to look for something in my tote, which is in the car. For some reason, I had asked JJ to watch me walk out. I never do that. I mean, the car is not parked that far away, and we have a porch light.
Anyway, about 2 steps off the porch, I caught a sniff of...death? Animal? It was a bad smell. Before I could process it, I heard this ghastly, nonhuman noise. It was a snarlish sound. I screamed and ran back in the house, where JJ pulled me inside.
I have no idea what that was, and I don't really want to know!! My ass is going to BED!
...even though I just had the nicest little chat with my friend Diana. She doesn't read this blog.
Read on if you care...or DARE!
Okay, so Bothersome Thing Number One started last night when, for no apparent reason, I started feeling all bitchy. It's not that time yet, so I don't know from whence this free-floating feeling of malcontent was coming.
Bothersome Thing Number Two happened this morning at school. As most of you know, I interviewed two seasons ago with B-C schools, and made it rather far through the rounds of interviews. Well, this morning, Mr. Principal sees me in the hall and says, "Kym! I didn't know that you had your Elementary Certificate! What is your licensure?"
I look at him, befuddled, and answer "Elementary 1 through 8".
He goes on to make pleasantries about not knowing that I was a teacher, yada yada.
I am THAT forgettable. He can't even remember my name or face from not yet two years ago. I was a little...disgruntled. Later in the day, I reminded him that I had interviewed and that I had spoken to him on the phone in the Spring as well. He looked counfounded and then said, "OH! Yes, I was thinking of someone else! I think that there are two Kym McIntyre's in town." Bullshit, there are not. I just didn't stick in his mind.
Bothersome Thing Number Three is that I am trying to get a couple of home instruction kids so I can have some decent money, and the scheduling is such a nightmare that I either will have to pay childcare to get it done, thereby negating any financial gain, or I will end up not doing it, thereby being put out and pissy.
Finally, on the way home, I said sunnily to my children, "Hey, we are getting home in plenty of time! I think I'll make spaghetti, garlic bread, and salad!" My son, from the backseat, made the most bitchy face he could conjure. I went OFF. He has been morose for months, and mama is just plain over it. I told him that he could just make his own dinner. He said sorry after a minute, but I didn't relent. He did make an almond butter and jelly sandwich and peeled himself an orange. Do you know what? I don't feel a bit sorry for him on that one. Note to son: Do not diss the homemade meal that your mama will cook for you. Don't even start me down this path, as it makes me toxic.
Finally, to top the night off in grand form, my son, the OCD one who washes his hands every few minutes "forgot" that he had hands. So, he tried to open the door to the Y with his TONGUE. Yes, you read that correcly. He licked the door handle of the YMCA, the door handle to humanity at large here in the great metro Lancaster area. HE LICKED IT and the excuse he gave me was that he FORGOT that he had hands.
AGHGHGHGH! Calgon!!!!!!!!
Today, I am kind of sour-y. Not smelling. I smell great, like pink grapefruit and deoderant and hair product.
Ugh. I am just grumping, I will even keep it to myself.
I listen, but I don't HEAR it...what am I supposed to be getting here?
Better mood tomorrow, please tune in then.
Even though the Bucks lost. WHY did they have to lose the game *I* went to?
In other news, my Steelers won...8th time in a row that I win a bet with JJ.
JJ and I did the triple store grocery run, looking at all the sales and coupons. We saved a bunch of $$ and only spent $160, which sounds really bad, but actually isn't.
And I am off tomorrow! I will make some phone calls to the people I love and miss.
XOXO
Kym