Tried to wake up early today, but I ended up not going to bed until 3am because Hubby and I watched The Hangover 2 and The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. I set my alarm for 10:30, but I didn’t wake up until 11:30. I AM SO BAD!
Hubby and I then took our showers, got dressed, and headed out to do a little shopping (I had to get some body wash, face scrub, and some other stuffs). We ate lunch at McDonald’s of course! And because I refused to share my French fries and coke, Hubby had to buy his own. Last time he ended up drinking all my coke before I could even have a sip. And I just love French fries, so I refuse to let anyone have mine. I even steal Hubby’s fries sometimes. Does that make me a bad wife? I refuse to share food, but expect my Hubby to share his.
I was tempted to get the cute Puss in Boots happy meal toy, but the adult part of my brain said “no.”
After eating, Hubby got his much needed coffee and I got a rose and jasmine tea. Only after paying did I see a picture of the organic hot chocolate with a ton of whipped cream. My first reaction was one of utter depression, but after the crazy sugar hungry monster inside of me calmed down, the all too aware me decided the herbal tea was better and wouldn’t give me any extra jiggles where there shouldn’t be.
Outside we got a taxi and headed to the apartment where I teach my group of 8 year olds. When I got there, none of the kids were there yet. When they all finally came, the boy was throwing a temper tantrum. >< Knowing this child, I knew class was going to be difficult. Throughout the class he was constantly throwing tantrums, he stabbed me with a sharp pencil, he tried to hit the other girls, and he was running back and forth to the room his mother was in and the living room where I teach them. It got even worse when it came time for break and I hadn’t brought them any candy. The boy and one of the girls totally flipped out, which made me quite angry because they were being really rude and never even say thank you when I do bring them treats. And on the times I do bring them treats, they just complain and demand for better treats. Today after I scolded them and tried to make them aware that candy costs money and that they should be polite and grateful, the boy demanded that I buy him ice cream next time. >< I think I can honestly say that I will not miss teaching this class, and hope their last 5 sessions go better.
Sigh…. This is just my frustration talking. Of course I am going to miss them. And I’ll worry about the boy’s development after I leave. He has trouble expressing himself, which is why he is still throwing temper tantrums. I have been teaching him to say, “I’m angry” which usually calms him down and keeps him from flipping out. Just today it didn’t work so well, so I had to pull out the big guns and demanded to know if he was a big boy or a little boy. After he told me he was a big boy and said “Teacher is a baby,” he began to laugh and was quite calm for the rest of class.
Now that I have said all that, I bet you are all wondering about my title right? Well, I had some stale Oreo cereal, and my mother-in-law does not believe in wasting anything (eating black bananas are just gross!). Being scared of my mother-in-law and not wanting to throw the cereal in the food trash bag (we have to separate all our trash here) because she would see it, hubby said to flush it. But guess what? The cereal just swirled around in the toilet bowl and never went done the hole. I then spent 10 minutes, a plunger in one hand and the shower nozzle in the other, trying to make all those brown rings and mini marshmallows flush. Two wet pant legs later, I was successful.
Sorry, this is random but Hubby is singing Mindnight Radio from Hedwig. LOL Oh how I love this movie!
I am such a baby, and apparently I still haven’t gotten over watching Paranormal Activity 3 (did I mention it was a silly movie and not even scary?). Last night, while I was showering I felt this burst of cold air like someone had opened the bathroom door. Not expecting it, I jumped about ten feet in the air (okay that is humanly impossible, but you get the idea). Anyway, I am not sure where the cold draft came from, but it wasn’t from the door. And I don’t even know why I keep freaking myself out in the bathroom. There weren’t even any real scary bathroom scenes in the movie unless it is because they did the whole Bloody Mary thing in front of the bathroom mirror.
After my shower, as I was drying off, I nearly bolted right out of the bathroom wearing only my birthday suit when I thought I saw someone other than myself in the foggy bathroom mirror. After calmly trying to dry off and dress, I completely lost it as I stepped out of the bathroom and into the dark living room because my traitorous imagination began to picture a zombie or just some freaky dude sitting on the sofa. Needless to say, like a scared child, I ran from the bathroom to the bedroom. Hubby like always just laughed.
Speaking of Hubby, he is now wearing a sock on his hand and making rocket ship noises while playing with our dog. Our dog has a sock fetish. He really loves the just worn kind. I guess the smell of feet make him happy.
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