32 years and 2 days

This is Beth, Heather and I at the Rascal Flatts concert Friday night.

I am 32 years and 3 days old today. that means I'm roughly 11,682 days old. I would think after all those days I would have my stuff together. But today I feel like I really don't have my stuff together. I feel like I slept through last week (and yet I am still coughing like crazy). I saw this dang movie on Saturday night (Definitely, Maybe) and it got me thinking about all my daily choices and the 'shoulds' I have in my head. I should be financially stable. I should get my Masters degree, I should have more meaningful learning-centered time with Noah. I just feel like I am not doing enough today.

God let me be happy with where I am at today.

NyQuil take me away

This is from my surprise Birthday Party, when I turned 29, I'll be 32 tomorrow!

The 30 second low-down from this week? I had the flu or some other crazy cold so I missed 1.5 days of work and slept like 1,000 hours out of this week.

Noah has the cold too (gee, could it be from the sick kid at the last daycare?) and is coughing and has a runny nose. He is adjusting to daycare slowly. He cried a lot the first full day and some yesterday too.

Brian has come down with Bells Palsy, this weird random face paralysis that can last 1-3 months. He is handling it much better than I would. He is having difficulty with his eye (he cannot blink it) and his mouth hurts and he is having muscle spasms in his cheek. He got and went to a doctor and is on steroids to try to help. It really sucks.

It is my birthday tomorrow. I forgot about it today until my students gave me flowers and two balloons (one says Happy Birthday, one says Get Well Soon). I am going to see Rascal Flatts tonight with some girlfriends (my first real night out with the ladies since Noah arrived). I will bless them by not trying to sing (My throat still hurts and I'm constantly ah-hemm-ing).

Daycare REALLY sucks

Noah's two front teeth coming in. :)

So I pick up Noah from daycare yesterday and ...long story short...although his daily report paper said differently, they neglected to feed him in the morning which meant he went 6 hours in between eating. In fact they wrote down that they fed him WHILE I WAS STILL THERE in the chaotic morning....Um NO

Then this morning when I tell the owner there is a problem and try to explain the situation she says "I tell Tiffany to write down as soon as she feeds the babies, but she fills it in later." So I stopped her and said "um, no because I got back 8 oz of formula", which means the sheet is WRONG. I also said "This is not okay with me."

To which she looks at NOAH and says "Did we starve you yesterday?" in a sing-sing voice....grrrr.... sarcasm when I am angry is not a good thing. I started shaking I was so ticked off. I didn't end up telling her his last day is tomorrow because that sentence would have come out with numerous curse words and there were children present.

I guess I made a long story long.

Luckily the daycare I toured yesterday(Ortega Hills Preschool) is going to work and I am going to line it up today I hope.

daycare sucks.

Daycare Sucks

Here is Noah at the computer in our NEW place 2/8/08. We are awaiting a mircrophone so we can have interactive IM's with family! I am so excited!

So we are in the midst of yet another chapter to the daycare saga...

My mother has to go back to work full time because her co-workers cannot handle her being gone one day a week. Complete BS on their part in my opinion. But anyway, my parents are buying a condo so Mom has to work and cannot watch Noah on Thursdays anymore. So we are faced with having to put Noah in daycare full time and pay full time.

So I was praying to have God's direction on this as his current daycare has been slacking in his care and the original daycare I liked when I was pregnant has an opening now and is cheaper and close to the house. So I go to drop him off today and his current daycare is in chaos. No one answered the door until I had knocked 3 times and then when I got in there was a sick child in the potty (literally had fallen into the potty) and only ONE worker and 9 kids and I did not want to leave Noah there. In fact I watched the kids while she helped the sick kid and I ended up staying for 1/2 hour until I felt ok leaving him there. I called when I got to work to make sure other workers had shown up and he was being cared for. THERE IS MY DECISION. They made it for me today.

Brian and I are going to tour the original center again tonight to make sure all is well and we'll move him there next week.

Yesterday was my 5th anniversary in OA! Yeah!