Dear Egypt, please stay safe

It's a cold, cold time

I'm beginning to think that Januaries will just always be the hardest. I'm impossible to get out of bed, I can't get anything done, I eat really poorly, I call out from work WAY more often than I should, not always because I'm sick but sometimes I just feel like crap. And I'm whiny and cranky and my skin is always so dry and my lips are always so chapped and I'm always so tired and I definitely wouldn't be friends with me. I am taking my vitamins (unreal amounts of them) and trying to eat fresh fruits and veggies as much as possible, but I still just want to stay in bed all day.

I also keep oversleeping my melatonin, too. It is great when I wake up feeling refreshed and well-slept, but then I look at the clock and it is only 7:30, so I tell myself that I will go back to sleep until my alarm goes off at 8:30, and then I am impossible to wake up until noon. So impossible that in my dreams I try to will myself awake, and snooze my alarm every 8 minutes, and STILL sleep until noon. Yes, I snooze my alarm in my sleep, usually I don't turn it off, though.

this is what I have to say. crank crank crank.

Frogducks

There was a sportsball game this week, I wore my Yell-O and green to the bar and took shots when we scored touchdowns, which was sadly/luckily only twice. Sadly because we lost the game, luckily because I had to be at work at 8:30 the next day. Fun fact, it turns out the only yellow t-shirt I have is a camp shirt with a frog on it, but the frog and name of the camp are green, so I had the colors ok. Also, it is from Oregon, so I'm pretty sure it counts, even though it wasn't a UO shirt.
LOOK even Rhett wore the right colors [on his eyeballs].

HE HAS GOTTEN SO FAT. His 2011 resolution is to lose two pounds. We are [read: he is, through my enforcement] in full force of dieting, which I hope will be much easier in the spring when he is allowed to go outside again. Too cold for kitties right now!!

I wore through the butt of another pair of jeans :( I pretty much only have 3 pairs of jeans, and two that I wear on a regular basis. One pair from Target, and they don't really fit, and then there is my pair from GAP, and they now have a hole. So, that's a thing. I go through jeans faster and faster these days, every six months or so. maybe it has something to do with me being way more active in jeans than I ever was before. Running after children, of course.

Today was my first day with the newest batch of kidlets, and I have good news and bad news about that. Good news is that they're real real cute. Bad news is that they're real real cute. The boy is 21 months and big big huge, running around, talking all the time, excellent communication. He's so good that it kind of kills my previous rant about how Stellina is the Most Great Communicator Of All Time, OF ALL TIME! Wow, I can't believe I got a Reagan reference and a Kanye reference in that same phrase. Anyway, he is big. I used to sit him once a week when he was about 5 months old, and he was huge then, too. And super super drooly. The girl is about 10 weeks, so... tiny. Very tiny and very adorable. Henceforth, their names are: Big and Tiny.

Tomorrow is my first full day with Big and Tiny, today was just hanging around, meeting the kids (again), learning the ropes. Tiny is only awake for about an hour at a time, and Big takes a 2 hour nap in the middle of the day, so it shouldn't be a terribly stressful time.

Hopefully this will be the last introduction of kidlets, other than Imminent Space Monkey, of course. I am beginning to have too much going on, which is good because money is good, but I don't want to add any more stuff or it will begin to defeat the purpose of taking time off after school to chill the eff out. I already haven't been to ballet class in about 4 months because of taking extra work and needing time off and oh, seeing Capital R all the time.
And also, I don't know how much more Sesame Street I can handle.

3x5 notecards

Somehow it seems that I am incredibly motivated to update blogzie when I am cleaning my room. This might be because I am avoiding finishing cleaning, namely, doing the suckiest part of cleaning, like sweeping and dusting and going through the Pile of Papers of Doom. The other reason it might be is that cleaning time is the only time I have downtime at home these days that is not devoted to sleeping.

I am adding another family this upcoming week for Thursdays, which I may have mentioned. This means I'll have a work babby every day of the work week, except sometimes Fridays because Bee's family goes out of town a lot for a long weekend, plus Stellina every other Saturday. I have enough free time that I take a lot of extra work without having to turn too many people down, but I think that it might start getting a little stressful. OH GOD, not 30 hours a week of mostly guaranteed employment! The horror.

Hopefully the new kids aren't cute so I don't get attached to them.

I went through a few old notebooks on my bookshelf today, intending to reorganize stuff, before realizing that it already mostly makes sense in its present order. A lot of school notes I never studied, sloppy meeting notes, and notes passed between me and one of my friends during guest speakers and presentations in class. but also some really emo stuff! A couple of letters, a couple of angsty treatises, and one poem-y sort of thing that was not entirely cringe-worthy. I put it all back on the shelf to marinate for the next few years.

In super exciting news, MY SISTER is coming to visit ME in a REALLY SHORT AMOUNT OF TIME FROM NOW.