I'm mad, but I'm trying to get out of there anyhow, so should I even bother being upset? The answer is no, but I can't help it... We were joking about the hazards of working a meth lab versus working at Walmart today in the break room and about half the people said they would rather take their chances setting up a lab than spending the rest of their working lives at Walmart... Scary, huh? At least it's good to know that I'm not the only one that's fed up with it.
On a happy note: This morning when I was getting the boys ready for daycare, Kyle would not stop crying... Micheal bent down, rubbed his head sweetly, and said "Stop crying." so clearly and and sincerely. It was the cutest thing and made me want to cry at the same time. His speech is growing by leaps and bounds now and I am hoping that he won't even have to go to the special school. My only worry is which preschool I will put him in if he doesn't qualify for that one. I never thought about it until recently.
Well, I'm off for now...
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