Friday!

     It's finally friday.  It's been a rough week at work and it was even a short week.  But sometimes short weeks just aren't short enough.  This week the kids formulated a plot to gradually bring me to the point of insanity.  The kids took shifts to all have "accidents" on different days so that there wasn't a single day I wasn't cleaning up urine off a tiny little bum.  These kids are 4 by the way and aren't allowed to come to my class until they are 100% potty trained so to have an accident at all is very rare but one everyday was a test from God to see if I could make it without killing someone.  Its a dang good thing they're so stinking cute or we might have been a few kids short by the end of the week.  We also got some crazy weather this week and I drive kids to and from school in the mornings so that was intense for me.  That anxiety that I love so much always handles driving in bad weather SUPER good.  But now it's friday!  I love the weekends with my baby.  He's a little ball of stress during school but on the weekends he gets a chance to relax a little and just hang out.  Life is so good right now.  School and work get crazy but I love coming home and knowing it's just us and we can do whatever we want.  What we usually end up doing is just being lazy bums and hang out with friends because that's what weekends are for.  Whenever I get baby hungry I remember these times when it's just us and how sweet it is and I know I'm not ready.  So for now I'm just gunna party (aka watch tv in bed) with my hubs.  Happy Friday!

ugh the gym

     Oh gym, how I loathe thee.  I've never been great at being consistent with anything outside of work.  Especially when it's something that I'm really not that interested in doing in the first place like say, the gym.  My husband is a gym-aholic.  He's seeking help.  I have a love hate relationship with his condition because I love the way he looks but hate that now I feel like I need to look good too.  Dang you and your hot body!  So I'm constantly battling with myself to get better at going and so far it's going...ok.  

     Reasons I hate the gym, overhearing conversations going something like this, "this morning I drank a dozen raw eggs to get huge like rocky", you my friend are a fine specimen and good luck with that salmonella.  Reason number two, the chicks that come to the gym wearing almost nothing (I'm sure you have a great waxer but I did not want to see your bikini wax from across the room) with your hair down and a face buried under 3 inches of make up.  It's pretty clear you did not come here to work out.  There really has to be a more suitable place for you to wear that outfit and to find a date.  The club perhaps?  Reason number three, um it hurts!  Hello muscle I did not know even existed, sorry about yesterday, I guess you're still upset about it; I will soak you in a hot tub until you cease to try and murder me.

     Reasons I don't hate the gym.  I couldn't bring myself to write "reasons I like the gym",  "like" felt like a strong word.  Sooo...  Umm... Hang on, I know there was something... Oh yes I remember, I realized I much more enjoy waking up and thinking "eh" rather than "oh for Pete’s sake.  Looks like another baggy sweater day.  What is this, day 12 of this look?  I'm sure no one has noticed."  And Todd likes it when I go with him.  Oh the sacrifices I make.  

about me

     I'm 23 which isn't old but it totally snuck up on me.  I don't feel 23 yet and if that's starting now I'm pretty excited for the future.  I've been married for about a year and 7 months.  My husband is Todd and he is awesome, I'm the luckiest girl in the world to have him.  I will be talking about him a lot more, but this is about me so lets get back to it.  I work at a daycare which means every day is interesting and surprising.  I love those kids like they're mine but some days working there is the best birth control on the market.
     I'm a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints aka I'm a Mormon.  Religion is a huge part of any persons life and I am no exception.  It effects my every day in my thoughts and actions.  Another thing about me, I have general anxiety disorder which pretty much means stupid and pointless things make me cray cray with anxiety.  I'm also painfully shy.  My uncle in-law literally thought I didn't speak English the first few times he met me, an unfortunate but true story.  But you better believe that once I feel comfortable around you I'm am totally insane. 

     My hobbies include having spontaneous dance parties, watching a lot of TV, sleeping in, eating delicious food, playing board games, singing songs mid conversation when an unsuspecting person accidentally quotes a lyric to a song I know, laughing with friends, hanging out with the hubs and a lot more random things.  Things that scare me, scary movies (duh), being alone, talking in front of people, trying new things and swimming in any body of water that's bigger than my tub.  Things I hate, cleaning anything, mornings, bills and the gym.  

     I decided to start a blog just because I love to write.  I don't think anything I say will be particularly eye opening or life changing but it'll just be my thoughts on things and the way I see the world.  My family and friends are spread out all over the country and I couldn't imagine a worse person at keeping in touch with people than myself so I'm hoping this could be a way that they can know what I'm up to.  I can only pray that it will be somewhat entertaining to read.  My goal isn't really to give advice or teach crafts its just to share what I'm learning and going through and hopefully you can relate.