Little Things

You won’t hear me say this often……yesterday morning was bliss.  Bliss.

(You won’t hear me say the morning part.  I am not a fan of mornings.)

(Don’t get me wrong….mornings are better than the alternative.  I appreciate every day that I’m given.  But I could still appreciate it about 10 am.)

I was dreading having to go to the Princess’ school as I was waking her up to get ready.  I don’t mind helping out….in fact, I love it.  But I was tired.  And I had already missed out on mommy Monday because of the “snow”.  All I really wanted to do was get both kids off to school, curl up in front of the fire and watch It’s a Brad, Brad World  on the DVR. 

Speaking of Brad…..anyone else out there feel a little bit guilty for watching Brad’s show??  I feel like I’m cheating on Rachel.  But how can you not love the guy?  I mean, come on….anyone who is willing to wear hot pink jeans, yellow shirt and a royal blue jacket on purpose  …….and with such a big smile on his face…..how can you not love that??  Not to mention the crying.  Oh my goodness.

I get the Monkey dropped off at school and head on over to Fin’s school to put in my time.

I am sitting on the floor in an empty room.  Well, empty as far as people go.  Apparently this room is some type of work-out room for the teachers.  There is a treadmill and a couple of weight machines.  There’s even a mini-trampoline!  I can’t tell you how much will power it took to keep from jumping on that thing. 

Only thing that stopped me was the memory of one of my friends in college jumping in to one of those ball pits at Chuck E Cheese and breaking her foot.  Seemed like a similar scenario just waiting to happen.

Anyhoo…..there I am, sitting in front of a giant stack of gallon-sized fruit cocktail cans with a hot glue gun and strips of paper.  My job:  cover said cans with the paper so they can be used to collect tickets at Family Fun Night.

I can’t describe to you how pleasant it was.  So peaceful.  So quiet.  No one screaming at me at the top of their lungs to PUT MY SOCKS ON, no one asking me for gogurt and fire chips for breakfast.  Not to mention being at school but not actually being responsible for a classroom full of kids.

It was heaven.

Sometimes I wish I had a job to go to where I spent eight hours  doing some menial task.  Like…..I don’t know…..making coffee at Starbucks. 

I’m not trying to say that the people who work at Starbucks aren’t important.  And I’m certain there are times when their job is completely stressful.  Most likely it’s the times that I come through their drive-thru. 

I utter the words latte’ and tall and vanilla and extra hot in completely  the wrong order. 

And the gal wearing the fancy headset, that possibly gives her a headache, must just shake her head and take a deep breath before she not-so-politely says, “So.  You want a tall, extra hot, vanilla latte’?

To which I very nicely respond into the speaker, “Um…that’s what I SAID!”

Sometimes, after they correct me on my ordering faux pas, I throw in at the last second, “Oh!  Can you make that decaf?”, just to piss ‘em off.

I actually had the head-set lady give me a little booklet at the window that explained how I should order my coffee.  My response to that may not have been so polite.

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again.  It’s COFFEE.  Not foreign relations.

 *Sigh*

But I digress.  Today I’ve got my own little slice of heaven with my wonderful Monkey boy and my little nephew.  Nothing beats Mr. Baby time.  Plus adding Mr. Baby to the mix gives the Monk just one more excuse to come up with new ways to torture me. 

Opportunity for training. 

A-hem.

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