El caos en casa.
Let's see...
Isaac has a really bad ear infection and needed to see the doctor this evening. I took him to the clinic (the only place we could see a doctor tonight) and we had to wait almost 2 hours past our appointment for the doctor to see him for 3 minutes. During which time the baby (who I had to take, because he certainly couldn't go to football practice) had a total meltdown and just *wasn't* going to stay in the clinic anymore. So I stole some latex gloves and made chicken balloons and was trying to keep the baby from screaming and destroying the examining room, at which point the doctor walked in just in time to see me dancing the chicken dance with two green chicken head balloons.
Yep, it was a pretty normal day.
School went well. My room is almost set up -- now I have to copy syllabi and set things up for the first couple assignments. We have a few new teachers, and I met them today. They all seem pretty cool, so I'm excited about new friends. I was happy to see old friends, too, and I think we're going to have a bangin' drama club this year.
I can say bangin' can't I? Am I a dork?
Do people even still say dork? Because it's my favorite word. I'm going to say it, regardless. It's just fun. Dork. Dork. Dorkdorkdork.
Anyway, I had to call 911 to report a fire (nobody got hurt... a neighbor's brush fire got out of hand) and my cellphone made a really shrill, high-pitched siren sound and startled the hell out of me. I didn't know it did that. Good thing I wasn't hiding in a cupboard from a crazed gunman or something. So much for stealth-dialing 911. If I'm ever in that situation, my phone will be completely useless. Good to know.
I think I'm going to go have even more caffeine and stay up all night because the baby won't sleep, I still have to get Isaac's scrip filled, and I'm exhausted to the point of feeling like falling asleep standing up. *cries*
I love my job. I just wish it started later in the day.
*thud*
Isaac has a really bad ear infection and needed to see the doctor this evening. I took him to the clinic (the only place we could see a doctor tonight) and we had to wait almost 2 hours past our appointment for the doctor to see him for 3 minutes. During which time the baby (who I had to take, because he certainly couldn't go to football practice) had a total meltdown and just *wasn't* going to stay in the clinic anymore. So I stole some latex gloves and made chicken balloons and was trying to keep the baby from screaming and destroying the examining room, at which point the doctor walked in just in time to see me dancing the chicken dance with two green chicken head balloons.
Yep, it was a pretty normal day.
School went well. My room is almost set up -- now I have to copy syllabi and set things up for the first couple assignments. We have a few new teachers, and I met them today. They all seem pretty cool, so I'm excited about new friends. I was happy to see old friends, too, and I think we're going to have a bangin' drama club this year.
I can say bangin' can't I? Am I a dork?
Do people even still say dork? Because it's my favorite word. I'm going to say it, regardless. It's just fun. Dork. Dork. Dorkdorkdork.
Anyway, I had to call 911 to report a fire (nobody got hurt... a neighbor's brush fire got out of hand) and my cellphone made a really shrill, high-pitched siren sound and startled the hell out of me. I didn't know it did that. Good thing I wasn't hiding in a cupboard from a crazed gunman or something. So much for stealth-dialing 911. If I'm ever in that situation, my phone will be completely useless. Good to know.
I think I'm going to go have even more caffeine and stay up all night because the baby won't sleep, I still have to get Isaac's scrip filled, and I'm exhausted to the point of feeling like falling asleep standing up. *cries*
I love my job. I just wish it started later in the day.
*thud*
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exhausted yet caffeinated
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