Thursdays.

My Thursdays are super busy. They go something like this:

6 am - Dave wakes me up. I am not happy. I go take a shower and start getting ready

6:10 - I get all backpacks on the stove. Clothes laid out in order on the couch. Make sure Eli is up.

6:20 - I get all the little kids up. Usually, Mallie is with us, so I get them all three on the couch and let them watch about 10 minutes of "Spongie" while I put my makeup on and fix my hair.

6:30 - Mallie goes first. Hair/teeth brushed. clothes on. She is a willing participant. She is not as whiny as the other kids. She is still afraid of me. Emma is next. She is usually fussy by Thursday.

7 - I sit the girls down on the couch while I get dressed. Somewhere in the middle, I have put Tripps clothes on.

7:05 - I get Tripp in the bathroom. He refuses to open his mouth to brush his teeth. EVERY MORNING. If I swat his butt, he cries. Then I can brush his teeth. He wears "man stuff." This is deoderant, cologne and Dave's Auqa Net hairspray. Yes, Dave still uses Aqua Net.

7:20 - out the door. In the van. Wait, no kids have shoes on. So we do a shoe scramble.
And off we go.

Somewhere in the middle, I feed breakfast.

First stop - Eli. Second Stop - Emma and Mallie. Third Stop - Tripper
Fourth Stop - Me. I am at work by 7:50 a.m.

I go to class on Thursdays from 9:10 - 12:45.
Then, I go back to work until 2:45 when I go pick all the kids up. Eli has football practice, so he stays at school.

I take Mallie to her Dad at 3:05, my little kids go to grandma's at 3:10.
I have a class at Tech from 4 - 5:50.
Eli has football games on Thursday nights at 6:30. So I go there.

We all get home by 9 p.m. Baths, teeth, clothes picked out.
It starts all over.

Labor Day.

It has been a slow weekend. We really had no plans.


So this is what I have accomplished this weekend.



1. I played Barbies.

2. I did 15,000 loads of laundry.

3. I still have one load to put away.

4. I sewed Eli's practice football pants up... AGAIN.

5. I sewed Emmas sweater up. She pulled a string.

6. I went grocery shopping.

7. I took Emma for a walk. And then we went and had our toes done.

8. I did homework.

9. We went to church - twice.



It seems kinda boring, huh?

Long Week.

It has been a long and tiring week. I am so ready to be done.

This semester (as I have complained/questioned in the past) I have taken 16 hours.

And I moved to the BIG SCHOOL.

Ah, the big school... what a story. I was/am still so scared. When I go to class, my heart pounds. I sit in the corner so I can see who comes in. I can assess their age, when they will graduate, if they are goof offs, what kind of teacher they will be. I look at them as competition.

Ninety nine percent are 20 year olds, living in apartments, having a good time. The majority of them know nothing about life. They are still stupid in a way.

Take yesterday, for example. I had 28 people in my class. Two guys. One guy that was older than me. One woman with two kids. She was really wrinkled, but she was a smoker. That is why. She may be younger than me. I tried to talk to her, she was immature. So I didn't.

We had to do a get to know you exercise where you had to choose what type of teacher you are. There was a list of qualities. I fell in the "mommy that bandages knees" group. No guys in my group. It seemed to be the largest. Mostly made up of girls who want to teach pre-k, kindergarten and 1st grade. I believe it was called the sympathetic group, or something like that. Anyways, I would say there was about 12 people in my group. We had to pick out pro's and con's of our teaching philosophy. No one but me and one other girl talked. The rest of them looked around like they were embarrassed. And they had no clue what a philosophy was.

Regardless, I love my class. I LOVE all my classes this semester, except for Geology. The rest are teaching classes.

I got to stand up and say my name, I am a JUNIOR, and I wanna teach Kindergarten.

It was cool.