Not Easy Being Me

If a person ever said working with kids is an easy job, they deserve to be slapped. My job may seem easy and carefree but in all actuality it isn’t. I am not only a teacher. I am a butt-wiper, janitor, friend, and disciplinarian. Take today and yesterday for instance. Yesterday, I had a child miss the toilet and he proceeded to step in the poo on the floor. I had to clean him up and clean the floor up as well as watch 8 other children. He thought it was fun and games. I had to keep saying to myself, “It’s mud. It’s mud.” If I had thought about it, I would have lost my lunch. Now today, during snack time, I had a child keep coughing. I told him to get a drink of water and then he proceeded to puke on the table, the floor, and himself. If it had been any other day where I was feeling better, I would have handled it better than yelling for the director. Needless to say, I couldn’t really help her because I was afraid that she was going to have to clean up my mess. So, being a daycare teacher is not a walk in the sunshine.

I am beginning to fear doing yoga, which is the plan for tonight’s exercise. I don’t think I have the peacefulness in me that is needed for this exercise. Have I mentioned how much I loathe working out? I’m sure I have but I am mentioning it again. I loathe working out! My momma makes it fun and all that but I’m not that person to get excited about it. I have to literally drag myself to my car and drive to my mom’s house. I’m not saying I don’t feel better when I do it, but it is the getting started that drives me bonkers. If I don’t start seeing some results soon, I am going to start thinking I’m doing this for nothing.

Brendan is very excited about his football camp on Sunday. He keeps asking me all the time, “Do I have football camp this weekend?” I hope he keeps up with this positive attitude if he does make it. Kaylie doesn’t really talk about cheer until practices start up. Then she is constantly walking around the house going, “A-H-M-O, AAAAAAHMO!” Sometimes you can’t help but give in and say it with her. But after the millions of times, you just want it to stop.

I hate going to the doctor. I broke down and called because of the pressure in my head and sinus areas. It has to be bad in order for me to call the doctor and make an appointment. Doctors are not high on my list. Neither are dentists. What made this appointment even worse was that I didn’t see my regular doctor. I despise the fact that they always make me feel inferior and that I am doing stuff wrong with myself. I enjoy my regular doctor because he makes me feel comfortable but telling me stuff I need to do better. He doesn’t say it in a know-it-all voice. He is very friendly and helpful. So, I was upset I didn’t get him as my doctor today. Plus, I had to wait over an hour to see this not regular doctor. Blah! So, now I will begin my weekend with a sinus infection and jury duty on Monday.