Things that make me cranky:

- waking up for the day when it is still dark out
- waking up
- not enough sleep
- the weather getting cold (fall is fine but beyond brisk SUCKS)
- little dachshunds that bark incessantly at 4AM
- 3 year olds that don’t listen
- slacking on my blogs (which I am currently doing)
- trying to find another part time job

Blah.

What makes you cranky?

Today has been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

I worked a 10.5 hour day with a baby attached to my hip who screamed if put down for a second. A 2.5 year old who refused to listen. I had two screaming kids, crying about every and anything. Don’t want to eat, don’t want to nap, don’t want to this, don’t want to that. For 10.5 hours. Okay 9 hours, minus naptime. Dora the Explorer did not even save me.

NOT EVEN DORA.

I walked outside to my finally get in my car and find a parking ticket. A soggy one, no less because of course - it is raining.

Stupid rain.

Stupid street cleaning.

Cranky kids.

Stupid Dora.

I think I’ll move to Australia.

I really love my job as a nanny. It’s flexible, I make great money, the kids are adorable…most of the time. Sometimes I want to rip my hair out if I have to hear the Wonder Pets theme song one more time, but when the little guy pretends to hurt himself, just so he can say, “Kiss it, Jamie”, I can’t help but smile. Of course, I smother the kids with hugs and kisses all the time, but when you’re 2 1/2 and can squeeze in an extra one by a little faking, you do it. There really is nothing better than turning the keys and hearing a rush of footsteps to greet me at the door. 7:30AM? I am not a morning person, but when I’m greeted with hugs and shouts about what we are going to do today, I don’t mind it at all. I work 11 hour days at least twice a week, it’s tiring. Definitely. But when mom and dad get home and the little guy can show them he can count to 10 in Spanish now because of me, it’s pretty awesome. All in all, I couldn’t ask for a better gig. I’ll be sad once I have to get a “real” job - if I ever graduate, that is. They are like a second family to me.

Downsides of the job? Sickness. Kids are magnets for germs. Seriously. All germs within a mile radius gets sucked into the kids. I feel like I’m always coming down with a cold or something. This time? The flu. The kids were on the very last bits of the flu when I worked on Thursday, but I figured I’d be okay since it was on it’s way out. Friday, I was fine. Saturday, not so much.

Of course, it happens when I have plans. That’s how it always goes. I dragged myself to puppy class thinking I’d be okay. I spent the whole pretty much slumped over in a chair or making trips across the store the restroom. I’m so grateful boyfriend went and handled Edie all class. I couldn’t drive home so I handed Will the keys. The drive home was full of tears for me because I am kind of a baby when I get sick. You know the feeling of having to throw up but you just can’t? Yeah, that’s makes me whiny and shed a few tears.

Unfortunately, my amazing plans with Jenn had to be canceled. I’m so irritated about that. We will get to Minnie’s, Jenn. Sooner, not later! Promise!

I’m finally starting to feel a little better. My stomach still feels like there is a weight in it. Hopefully tomorrow I will be at 100%

Stupid flu.

- being sick
- missing out on something that totally started from mine and Erin’s emails
- my nose being raw and red
- stuck in bed all weekend

blahblahblah. whinewhinewhine.

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It’s Monday.

:(

I think I am getting sick. I’m stuffy and my head is achey. I cannot wait until the second week of March, when this stupid CNA class is over. I need a break from this ridiculous schedule. This week starts our clinicals which will take place in a nursing home. I have to be honest, I’m really not looking forward to cleaning up after and taking care of the elderly. I know that sounds mean, but I’m just not thrilled on it.

I’m going to go to the doctor for my physical, grab some Subway and then go to the doctor again for my follow up TB shot.

Rumor has it the strike might be over. Grey’s Anatomy might have new episodes in the beginning of March.

If these rumors are true, what can’t you wait for to come back on?

Yesterday was ridiculous. I left at 7:30 AM and didn’t get home until 9:30. I got to math to find out we have a test Wednesday which means I will have to study all night.  I had quite a few people (in class and even in my comments!) explain irrational and rational numbers to me, but yet, I still don’t completely get it. I get the idea of it, but just figuring it out, is the hard part. I hate fractions. They should be illegal. It doesn’t help that the girls who I study with are kind of lost on it too. Did I mention that one of them has my exact same name? Jamie (insert Hispanic last name)? Exactly. I’ve never met another person with my last name, let alone my first and last name spelled the exact same way.

I then went to get my TB skin test and gritted the whole time, you would have thought they were stabbing me repeatedly, when really it was a small poke. I hate shots. I have to go back Thursday to make sure I don’t have TB and then back Monday to get the second step. Tomorrow I have a physical and possibly more shots if my doctor feels I need them, which I’m praying he just waives.

I got back to school at around 1:30 and studied for my gigantic test at 3:30. Thank you for all your smarts and luck! I think I did pretty well. I over studied a lot of stuff I thought would be focused on more and understudied a few other things. Go figure. I still think I did okay. We will find out on Wednesday. My professor then decided, “Hey, after racking your brain for the test, I’m going to go over 9 new chapters and keep you hear until 9:00″, she wanted to do more but we basically would have rioted had she tried.  The woman with the baby voice, for some reason decides to tell us that she has been dreaming about this class. What? Seriously. Go away. You’re creepy and your voice and inane comments and questions make me want to stab my eyes out.

Walking in the door, I find out Mother Dearest is talking to her lawyer. Things are about to get so messy at home, it’s not even funny. Plus she is been acting like everything is fine, which it obviously is not. My sister and I haven’t spoken to her in over a month and she is walking around all smiles. Well, whatever, as long as she is happy, right?

I have a ton of emails to return, google reader to catch up on and math homework. I will write something a little less whiny and ranty soon enough. I have all those questions to answer too!

One bright spot? I seen this over on The Stupidsheet:

I’m not going to point out anyone in particular, because I think all you bitches are awesome!

Why is it that when you are really looking forward to sleeping, you can never do it? I’ve had a hellish schedule this week. Up at a ridiculous early hour, at school until almost 10PM 3 days a week. I’m tired. I was looking forward to this weekend so much because 3 blissful days of sleeping late! Not having to wake up at 6AM!

What happens?

Yesterday, slept until 9. I got like 6 hours of sleep. Today slept until 9 too, got about 5 hours of sleep. 5-6 hours of sleep does not work for me. I need my sleep or I’m cranky and tired and not too fun. It’s like an unwritten rule this weekend, that everyone must be loud as they possibly can, as early as they possibly can in my house this weekend.

I have one more day to get it right and I am not above shanking someone to get a good night’s sleep.

I feel like my blog has become one of those boring “tell you what I did all day” and that’s it kind of blogs. It may just be my schedule right now, but I feel I am in a blog slump. This is no good.

After my ridiculously long day yesterday, I got out of class a bit early. Thank God, because the pointless questions and commentary from fellow students made me want to bang my head into the table repeatedly. I got out at 8:30, which is so much better than 9:50. The boy and I decided to hell with a late dinner and watch Project Runway instead. I got to sleep late today! 10:30 is so much better than 6:00 AM! Unfortunately, I have another grueling 6 1/2 hour class today at 3:30. How in the world am I going to do this for two months?

Las Vegas pictures and a music post to come soon. Forcing my music taste on my readers has always been fun in the past. Hopefully it will get me out of this boring blog mode!

So school was definitely school. You know, all kinds of schooly and stuff. My math class shouldn’t be too bad. I have a great professor who seems like he will make the class as fun and interesting as math can be. Trust me, I need it. 5th graders have better math skills than I do. Psych will be psych. My teacher likes to talk and rambles on and on and waits until the very last second to let us go. It was really boring, but I’m sure I will do good. I then realized that my cute Harajuku Lovers tote would be no good for the 500 pounds of books I have to carry and was forced to make a run to Target for an ugly, huge backpack. I could take it camping if I wanted to, because that is exactly how much crap I need this semester. It was out with the cute and in with the navy blue backback. Ew.

After my 3 1/2 hour break, I went to my CNA class. The teacher seems alright, as do the other girls and ONE boy. One woman, who is in her 40s talks with a baby voice ALL THE TIME and I kind of want to throw things at her to make her shut her mouth. That class is going to be an insane amount of work. I got a stack of papers that I could bind and make a book out of. It was that big. I need to go get TB shots and a physical and all kinds of nonsense by the first week in February when I start clinicals. It would be great if I knew that more than two weeks in advance, because I kind of don’t have health insurance. I need to buy scrubs and ugly white nursing shoes and a watch with a second hand. I have a ton of stuff to do.

Then on top of it all, I get into a huge argument with my mother and I tell her exactly how selfish she is being. Of course, she tries to turn it all around and say that it’s my fault we haven’t talked in over 2 weeks and that she has been trying to talk to me all along about it. I don’t think so. Don’t try to turn this all around and make it seem like this is all my fault. Don’t lie to me and try to act like you’re the victim. YOU did this. Not me.

Right now I’m at work until 7:00PM, babies are napping. I’m about to pull out some math homework go through google reader because I’m so behind and hope today will be a better day. The last of the Vegas pictures will probably be up later tonight.

I need a nap.

Well, for two months at least. Tomorrow I start school and the schedule of hell. I’m really not looking forward to the super long days, but I will suck it up and do it. Most likely whine about it too, but I’m sure that goes without saying.

Here’s my weekly schedule:

Monday
8:10-9:50 Math
11:00-12:15 Psychology
3:30-9:50 Nurse Assistant training class

Tuesday
8:00-7:00 work

Wednesday
8:10-9:50 Math
11:00-12:15 Psychology
3:30-9:50 Nurse Assistant Training

Thursday
3:30-9:50 Nurse Assistant Training

Friday
8:00-7:00 work (I won’t always work until 7 Fridays)

One good thing is my Nursing class is only an 8 week course, so after those two months my schedule gets a little lighter!

So tomorrow I will pack up my cute tote bag with all my notebooks and binders and go to school. I will most likely bring my laptop because, good lord, did you see that break I have between Psych and Nursing? You all better think of me around 7:00 and realize I’ve been in class for 3 1/2 hours and still have almost 3 to go and hope I’m not falling asleep or something equally embarrassing on my first day.