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My Life Thus Far
2006-03-15 03:55:18 (UTC)

A Plane Wreck As The Metaphor

My day would best be described by using a plane wreck as
the metaphor. I started off flying high, then I nosedived
into a mountain. Only, I survived. I guess that would be
the happy ending. But I'm not happy. How ironic is that?

I woke up this morning feeling so good! I was well rested,
because I'd gone to bed early. I'd slept great. I got up
on time, all of my prep work was done, so all I had to do
was get myself and the girls' dressed, which took no time
at all. We left the house 15 minutes early. So, I stopped
by the Marina Mart and got Annie some chocolate covered
donuts and chocolate milk (her favorite bad-for-her
breakfast).

When I got to work, I realized that today was the LAST day
of my extern! I officially finished my required 160 hours.
In five weeks, three days instead of the required eight.
I'm so proud of myself :) I was on cloud nine until I left
and got in the car. My first thought was "I can't wait to
tell Snookums!" Then, almost as soon as I let the thought
emerge, I remembered that Snookums wasn't here to share
this with me. He'd paid for it, supported me through it,
encouraged me to finish when I didn't want to, and the day
I finally FINISHED. COMPLETED my education, he wasn't
there to share it with me. I know that in the grande
scheme of things, this is a small notch on the totem pole,
but it's important to me and I had no one but two snotty-
nosed little girls, who have no clue, to share it with.

I did manage to get over my little temper tantrum and I
had a very satisfying workout at the gym. I've got the
rest of the week off from work, so I was already planning
out my extensive workout sessions in my head. When I
picked up Kiki from daycare today, that all got blown out
of the water. At least for tomorrow. Kiki had a 100.5
degree temperature. Which means she can't come back to
daycare until it's been normal for 24 hours without
medication. Those bitches. They make you pay out the ass
for childcare, then tell you you can't bring you're kid
because of hardly ever enforced health policy (you should
see some of the festering little children people try to
pass off as healthy in that place. Kiki had to get it from
someone). Then give me back my money for tomorrow, I say,
since she can't come. It isn't even about the actual
money. It's the principal. I'm not getting what I paid
for. If I'd had to work I would have had to pay someone
else to watch her (on top of paying the daycare) or call
in sick. Life just so isn't fair sometimes :|

So since I'm going to miss my workout tomorrow (at least
at the gym, I will) and I'm already sad about Snookums
missing my big day. I decided today would be a good day to
treat myself. So, I took the girls' to the Pancake House
for dinner....This is not ever happening again. When
Snookums is gone, we don't go out to eat. We stay home.
But, I did it tonight and I've learned my lesson. Annie
was loud, wouldn't sit still, she didn't eat her food or
drink her expensive little kiddy cocktail, she kept taking
food off my plate and eating it. Kiki threw everything she
could get her hands on onto the floor, she screamed at the
top of her lungs if you took something from her, she threw
food on the floor. It was just a bad experience. Everyone
was looking at us, because my kids were acting like
Lucifer himself had come up from hell and possessed their
little bodies. I'm NEVER taking them out to eat alone
again. It just wasn't worth it. Not to mention they were
out of diet Pepsi AND molten chocolate cake, which is the
only dessert I like there. What a bitch. I think this was
my plane-into-mountain moment.

Okay, so my day wasn't as bad as a plane wreck, but I'm
feeling a little needy, PMSy and tired. I'm entitled to a
little overexaggeration in my own diary. I'm going to go
to bed now. I'm not doing anything else tonight, but
showering and crumpling in to my bed. Maybe do a little
crying. Why bother doing anything else? Ciao.




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