So, today, my kiddo's daycare payment is three days late. Some checks cleared yesterday afternoon that should've been okay had I received my check. Since I didn't have a check to deposit to cover them, my bank withdrew the money out of savings. So now my savings is damn near empty. I am so mad I could spit. I'm actually really close to setting the building on fire. Anyway. I went to my daughter's daycare after sobbing the whole way from the bank, and I explained that I would pay them this afternoon since I should be able to do something with my check today. The daycare director looked at me like 
and said that would be fine. I've updated my resum, by the way.
I didn't really want to drag my big ass out of bed at 4:45 this morning to work out, but I'm glad now that I did. I'm feeling more calm than I would had I not worked out. It's sad when you're on the verge of torching a building, and you consider that calm.
(Yikes. The girl in the next office is listening to Ashlee Simpson. The girl sings like she's chewing her face.)
"You're dressed like a nerd today. Like a nerd from the seventies." This is what I have to hear after being at work all of two minutes. "Why are you dressed like a nerd?" So you don't try to look down my shirt, assweasel.
It's Thursday. If I can get through today and tomorrow, I'll be alright. Then I will have two days of not thinking about entry fees, membership applications, password changes, and the rest of the nonsense that goes along with my job.
My daughter did manage to crack my shit up this morning. I was trying to comb her hair, and apparently I was pulling too hard. So she turned around, shook both of her little fists and said, "Mommy, you're frustrating my BRAAAAIN!" It was great. Then on the way to daycare, I popped in Cake's 'Fashion Nugget'. I heard this little voice from the back seat sing, "Bowel shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse" and "he's going the distance, he's going for speed".
What four year old knows the phrase "bowel shaking earthquakes"? She's getting too big for her britches.
and said that would be fine. I've updated my resum, by the way.
I didn't really want to drag my big ass out of bed at 4:45 this morning to work out, but I'm glad now that I did. I'm feeling more calm than I would had I not worked out. It's sad when you're on the verge of torching a building, and you consider that calm.
(Yikes. The girl in the next office is listening to Ashlee Simpson. The girl sings like she's chewing her face.)
"You're dressed like a nerd today. Like a nerd from the seventies." This is what I have to hear after being at work all of two minutes. "Why are you dressed like a nerd?" So you don't try to look down my shirt, assweasel.
It's Thursday. If I can get through today and tomorrow, I'll be alright. Then I will have two days of not thinking about entry fees, membership applications, password changes, and the rest of the nonsense that goes along with my job.
My daughter did manage to crack my shit up this morning. I was trying to comb her hair, and apparently I was pulling too hard. So she turned around, shook both of her little fists and said, "Mommy, you're frustrating my BRAAAAIN!" It was great. Then on the way to daycare, I popped in Cake's 'Fashion Nugget'. I heard this little voice from the back seat sing, "Bowel shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse" and "he's going the distance, he's going for speed".
What four year old knows the phrase "bowel shaking earthquakes"? She's getting too big for her britches.VIEW 17 of 17 COMMENTS
Damn
Bitch
Hell
Giving someone the finger
and which is better out of these three
shit
crap
poop
I'd love your input....
how old is ur little girl anyway?