It is Monday. Monday now signals the start of the work week for me. You see, I just started working at a preschool/daycare. Yep, I am officially "Bringing home the bacon." Except, I'm not sure you can really call it "working." I am only there 3 mornings a week, I work a maximum of 11 hours each week, and Sweet Pea comes with me.
And, bacon really is the ONLY thing that my paycheck can pay for.
But, Sweet Pea and I are really enjoying it. Plus, I work with some amazing women.
So, today the work week begins, the laundry begs to be washed, the floors long to be vacuumed, and all I want to do is go back to sleep. Yet, sleep and I are not meant to be, so here are my random thoughts...
****One of the little girls in my class calls me, "Ms. Feather." It always brings a smile to my face. Yes, even on Mondays.
****The same little girl is from India and does not eat beef or pork. One day we were having hot dogs for lunch and she kept asking for one. I had to tell her that she couldn't eat those hot dogs. She quietly ate her bun with ketchup and mustard, minus the hot dog. After a few minutes, she looked at me with a huge smile and said, "When I grow up big and strong, I am going to eat hot dogs!" I couldn't help but to smile back.
****Last week, I asked another preschooler when he will be turning 4 years old. Sam looked at me with the most precious brown eyes and said, "On my birthday!" But, of course!
****Why is trail mix so addictive? And, why does it taste so much better with m&ms?
****What does it say about me that my nine year old just taught me about our DVR's extra features? We have had the DVR for almost a year!
****Would you believe that I don't text message either? I don't know how to get a text off of my phone, even though poor Nurse Boy has shown me about 20 times.
****I know, I know. That makes me either eighty years old or just plain stupid. And, let's just say, I am not eighty.
****Why, oh why, MUST my 3 year old touch E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G when she enters a public restroom?! And, far be it for me to deprive her of visiting Every! Single! Public! Restroom! in the entire city! I plan to pay her back when I am in my nineties and wearing depends. ;0)
****Lastly, there is nothing more precious than listening to your kids sing at the top of their lungs to Christian radio while driving down the road! It puts a smile on my face every time.
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