My mind has been distracting me today. There are at least a hundred things on my mind. Thought I'd jot down a few, and then maybe I'll have a better chance at focusing on my work.
- The day care drama continues. My friend Michele sent me a note today about what she witnessed at the local park this morning. She was visiting with her kiddos, and G was there with his lovely day care. Let's just say there might as well have been no adult presence there. These kids are 6 years old. Get with it, people. I'll share her note with you all later. My gosh.
- We're looking forward to a fun evening with old friends tomorrow. Our friends Kevin and Kelly, and their three (and a half) cuties are coming into town for dinner and hanging out. We can't wait to see you and catch up, guys. Let's hope for some sunny weather!
- Somehow I need to find time between now and tomorrow to clean my house. (I know, Kelly! You say don't worry about it...but you know I have to at least try! I won't subject you to it as it is right at this moment. It's not pretty.)
- Deadlines, deadlines, deadlines. I have too much on my plate this week. But I'm squeaking by. Staying productive (although my mind's been wandering as I've tried to write an article for a local magazine today).
- As much as my family stresses me out (as everyone's family does, I think) sometimes, at least I have a family, and I didn't spend my childhood feeling like no one loved me or wanted me. That article I mentioned? The woman had NO family from age 7 to 21. Watched her parents have physical fights. Heard her mom ask her brother to load the shotgun so she could kill her father. Taken into custody of the court. Completely abandoned by her mother. Separated from her siblings. Father had no interest in taking her back. Became a child servant on a farm. (Interesting story. Find her book, I Was a Waif and Child Servant...No Regrets, by Joyce Robinson, online at www.authorhouse.com, or watch Mooresville Magazine for my story, out Sept. 1.) My life? Could have been much worse. Thanks, Mom and Dad (and everyone connected to them - steps, sibs, etc.), for wanting me (although I'm sure you questioned yourselves sometimes).
- Is a good preschool program more important than quality care for my child? Why should I have to choose between the two? Is it time to move back to our beloved old day care?
- Man, I really need to get some sun (and get rid of my farmer's-tan shirt lines) before my sister's wedding in four weeks. Could stand to lose a few pounds, too. But who am I kidding?
- I'm only making $13 this month after paying for day care and all of its activities. Is working 128 hours worth $13? (That's 10.15 CENTS an hour. Thank goodness this is the worst month of the year for that. G will be out of day care very soon!)
- Only NINE more days of day care for my oldest child! Woo hoo! Six years of paying out the wazoo and dealing with occasional terror teachers, and it's almost over! Yea!
- Thank goodness for all-day kindergarten. By the time my daughter gets there, it should be standard for everyone. One less year of day care. My goodness.
- Can you tell day care is consuming my mind today?
- Get off the darn blog, Corie, and get back to work!
Gotta go. What's on your mind today?
What's on my mind?
Job, job, job, job, job....
God what if I get an interview
job, job, job, job, job....
deadlines, deadlines, deadline,
focus, focus, focus....
Posted by: Jeff | July 24, 2008 at 03:16 PM
I'm thinking about ya! Hope you get something new ASAP! Positive thoughts coming your way...
Posted by: Corie | July 24, 2008 at 03:22 PM
My thoughts.....
Not getting a paycheck in July really bites! Thank goodness school starts back on Aug 5.
Tests, tests, tests - I feel like the human pincushion. Wish the doctors would tell me what's wrong versus running the same test over and over! Maybe it's time for a new doctor.
Parents finally moved. How weird not to have the same phone number. It's been the same since I was born and now it's gone. Weird.
Friends - wish we all had more time to spend with each other. Life goes by so quickly.
Posted by: Erica | July 27, 2008 at 11:13 AM
Thanks for the comment, Erica! Hope you're feeling well...and your parents are gone? They must be REALLY gone if they don't have the same phone number. Makes me sad, too. Some fun memories at their old house. Miss you! Will you be coming back to Indiana if they're not here?
Posted by: Corie | July 27, 2008 at 02:44 PM
Parents have moved into a smaller place in Zionsville until they officially retire, so I won't be too far from Danville.
Posted by: Erica | July 27, 2008 at 07:03 PM