Nevermind

The previous blog.

DC Mom is wonderful but has things going on. Lets just leave it as the "ex" is not okay.

I talked her and got more on the reasons why. It's not me AT ALL. She knows this is a better place for her and she wants to keep her here but can't.

I feel better.

I also feel sad that she has to deal with this.

Not happy...

So DC Mom called me tonight to inform me that her 4 yr old will start Preschool at the end of the month. Her 2 1/2 yr old will stay here though. Um yeah because I am not completely insulted by this. HELLO I haven't been teaching your 4 yr old for the last 2 wks? I mean she knows how to write her name but I had NOTHING to do with this and she isn't learning here.

What do I have to do to get people to understand that I AM NOT A BABYSITTER!!!! I run a PRESCHOOL PROGRAM and the only reason I took your 2 1/2 yr old was to be nice since she was the same age as a child I already have enrolled. I only want 3 and over - the list you got my name off of even said this and YOU KNEW I was looking only for over 3. So take away the 4 yr old but leave me the 2 1/2 yr old. Um NOT OKAY.

I need calls. AGAIN! UGH!

Not a good way to start the week...

So E1 and E2 come in like 10mins before I have to go - still doing Princess's hair.

I tell E2 to go potty - she goes in there but she won't get on so I check her cause I am rushing now. Her pullup is soaked. YEP thats right her NIGHT time pull up is still on!! This of course means her pants are wet all along the back. Change her.

Rush through doing Princess's teeth. Wash her face. Then I tell everyone to get coats on.

"Her nose." I hear from M1. "Huh" - me

YEP Princess's nose is bleeding. Rush to get her cleaned up, shove TP up her nose. Scrub her Green Bay Cheerleading (they play tonight) outfit with a wipie.

THROW coats on. Rush out the door. Open van door. NO CARSEATS! (Damnit Chef!)

Open the garage - yell at Ramsey to stay - grab 3 carseats close garage. Throw carseats in the van, throw girls in the van (Princess still has TP up her nose).

Tell boys to walk to the bus stop - no room in van for them. They walk and I drive over. Get there the bus is pulling up. Yell at boys to hurry up.

FINALLY off to drop Princess off - relaxing - dealing with it. Drop her off. Talk to Ms. Wonderful for a min.

Get to van to move M1 up to Princess's carseat.

"M2 broke her glasses" quietly from M1. "WHAT??????!!!!!!!!!!!???????????" I SPAZ out.

Move M1. Drive home in a panic. Tell Chef, who is home now from PT. Call Mom of M1 and M2. No answer. Oh crap oh crap oh crap!

Phone rings *sigh* it's mom. I explain what happened.

"Oh that okay they are insured. I should of warned you that she gets bored in the car. No problem she has another pair." we hang up.

I DIE!

Can I have a drink? (yes I know it was only about 8:30 am at this point)