What can that degree in Child Behavior get you?

Apparently not a job or the ability to control your own children.

You walk in here like you own the world - like you are above the intelligence of us all. The reason you are here being that your heathen of a child will not behave, listen, obey, and repeatedly hits other children. Gosh, that degree must really be paying off. It has to, considering your child is one of the top 10 of the worst that we have here.

Any question with you is automatically a 30 minute conversation. Even so much as letting you know to bring in diapers for your 3 year old turns into a hostile situation as you swear up and down you bring in plenty each week (month). Don't walk in here spewing what you consider knowledge in child behavior, tell US what you think we are doing wrong, when clearly, the issue stems from home. He's in my office at least 3 times a week, with that blank look on his face, fingers up his nose, or in his eyes.....yeah - he's a real gem of a child. You must be so proud.

oh yeah, and one more thing 'wise mom who knows all', pay your bill already. We aren't free.

Oh Friday you are just around the corner.....

Getting ready for the holidays

My life is once again becoming interesting enough that I possess the ability to blog weekly at a minimum without my reader succumbing to boredom.

This holiday season I am sincerely trying my best to embrace what the season really means, and take the time to enjoy it. We have 5 more days of work left before going on a nice week and a half long winter break, in which time I plan on doing my Christmas baking, something I didn't have the time (or spirit) for last year.

Work has been going decent, but with the holiday break right around the corner, I think that most of my co-workers are putting in the least amount of effort possible to get through these last few days. I only wish I could sit on my rear and surf the internet, or text my friends for at least 3 hours a day (and still get paid for it!).

I went home yesterday, frustrated beyond belief at the sheer laziness of people. Won't take out their trash, even though they walk out the front door 4 times a day for a (paid) 15 minute long smoke break, so I have to. Failing to fill out the necessary paperwork that they are required to do for the children in their class (despite the 2 extra teachers who are in there every day to 'hang out' and avoid work) and then asking me to grab something for you or cover a bathroom break, when I'm sitting there doing YOUR work! Seriously?!

5 days......5 days.......5 days......

WTF

Seriously, all you bad parents out there. You know who you are. You smoke pot with your 2 year old son in the car....on day care property. You take the clothes that we donate to you because when you steal from wal-mart, you only steal for yourself - then you chew me out when I tell you there's a $6.00 fee for not signing your child in and out those three days when you were too high to do it.

You fucking yell and talk down to me when I ask you to pay your bill after your kids have been going here for 2 months and you are yet to pay. Then I hear that you are back on crack and attempted to strangle your 10 year old daughter. Seriously?

Don't walk in to my place of work and treat me like shit for one second. Don't even try. I supply your children with food, and love, and affection - three things you fail to provide because your low trailer trash life is far more important.

I have no kids, yet am already a better parent than you, despite the fact you have 3 children.

WTF is wrong with society......I just don't get it. Why can you not realize that you are responsible for a human life. A child. The most impressionable mind you can imagine, and yet you do nothing. You do not deserve children - you do not deserve the right to reproduce, and some days, even breathe.

How can your fucking fat ass sit there and starve your child, yet go to Sonic and McDonald's 4 times a week, despite the fact you have no money - and give your one and a half year old NOTHING to eat. Have you ever seen a child, nearly two, weighing 19 lbs who has the inability to even walk on his own? Yet the state sits back and lets it slide through each time they go to the house to visit for neglect. These are the ones who stand no chance. These are the ones who continue the cycle of worthlessness as they age and grow into society.

.......too many days I'm convinced there is more bad in life, than good.

I apologize for the profanity, as I know I'm not much of one to swear, but it's unreal. These are the people you hear about on the news - the ones where you tell yourself, 'oh, that's too bad', but to see it every day, and have no ability to really help in the situation - it's the single most frustrating thing you can imagine.

/rant.

Geez, time flies by.....

Some days I remember my childhood so vividly - on a family trip to Florida, or playing with my sister on the living room floor during summer vacation. Every so often, I get an instant flash of another memory that I had forgotten about for well over 20 years, and it takes me back to those years, when all that mattered was so minimal compared to what we deal with now.

30.

Crap. Really? I don't feel it. I was 8 when my mom was 30. Am I that far behind? Am I on a 'normal' track?

Mom, you were right. We all wish it when we are younger 'I want to grow up, so I can do what I want' always with the reply from mom, 'No you don't. When you are grown up, you'll want to be little again'. Preposterous.

I love my life. I love my fiance', my friends, my job....my life. But what I've give for another summer vacation at home with my parents and my sister. Waking up to humid Georgia mornings and the smell of the honeysuckles that grew on the fence between our house and JT's. Endless hours of playing in the sand pit in the back yard digging out houses. The anticipation of Christmas morning, leaving cookies out for Santa, and being so excited you could hardly contain it. As adults, we just don't feel that anymore. I can honestly look back and say I had the best childhood ever. Memories so good I don't want to forget them, but want to relive them.

....and with tomorrow, comes 30.
















Bring it on......