Not The Favorite

I'm not the type of parent who keeps their kid in a bubble. I've always gone with the philosophy that you can't have fun and stay clean at the same time. So I really don't care when Lauren comes home from daycare quite literally covered from head to toe in dirt. Seriously, I hug her and a dust cloud floats up. But I can NOT fathom how a daycare provider with years of experience with children between the ages of 2 and 5 can so readily provide paint that is NOT washable for the kids to use. Lauren loves to paint, it's her favorite thing to do at daycare so I don't want to stop her from painting. But for the love of christ, could you at least give her a fucking smock?!?!? She wore a brand new shirt today and she came home covered front AND BACK in purple paint. Even with stain remover, it didn't budge.

I am so angry, so infuriated with them right now. I can't afford to have two sets of clothes for my child. But slowly daycare is turning ALL of her clothes to gross stained clothes. I ask Lauren to please try and keep the paint off her clothes, but I know that won't happen.

I wish they had a bit more respect for our things. I would even provide one of my old blouses for her to use as a cover up. That's what we used to do when I was a kid. I'm sure every parent would gladly hand over an old button up shirt for their kid to use.

Ok, I'm starting to calm down a bit. I think I'm just being overly sensitive from the trauma of hearing my 50ish year old landlord having really loud sex yesterday afternoon...

Labels: Misc., People Are Stupid, Rants

• Oh, Perez Hilton. Shut the hell up. The only person that is keeping this Christina-Aguilera-Copying-Lady-Gaga thing going is YOU! I’m sick of it. I think the real problem is that you just don’t like Xtina. We get it. But a lot of us do like her so shut the hell up about it and move on!
• Gave a phone message to the new, and very french, guy at work on Monday. It said for him to call his drive home and the phone number. When I handed him the note, he asked me who it was that called, I told him I didn’t know they just said they were his drive home. He seemed a little confused and asked again who it was. I said “I can only assume you know who will be picking you up today.” And walked away. Sorry new guy, but really? Just call the damn number.
• Overheard something bothersome the other day. I won’t get into it here but it made me realize that a 15yr old boy is worth more than me on the pay scale. That was a depressing day.
• I confess. It was me. I did it. What are you gonna do about it??
• Staple cartridge 1. Jenn 0. Stupid staples.
• The cat peed on a towel on Sunday afternoon. I made faces that I think are undocumented in the whole of human history I was just that mad. With arm movements to match. I cannot even tell you how furious I was with her. She's lucky it's against the law for me to duct tape her paws to the toilet.

Labels: [Corporate Life], Rants, Trinity

I'm sorry I decided to do the dishes tonight. To wash the pot that you used last week to make chicken soup. I appreciate that you thought to soak the pot. However, I'm sorry that I now know what that stagnant "water" smells like after a week of sitting on the stove. In 30 degree weather. A smell that I akin to what it may smell like when one day the cat disappears, only to become a horrible odour we find coming from beneath the bed days later.

I'm sorry that I can't get the smell off my hands. And I'm really sorry to find that mold growing on the burner cover when I lifted up the pot. I think it ate some of the picture away.

I'm sorry that I hurt your feelings when I told you that if you ever did that again, I would leave you. I'm sorry that the thought crossed my mind to shove the nasty dishcloth in your face when you told me that I should have just left it there for you to clean. In your own due time, I'm sure.

I'm sorry you got annoyed when I gave you attitude about the pot. I'm sorry you left without saying goodbye. And more importantly, I'm sorry about the unfortunate place I rubbed that nasty dishcloth when tomorrow at work you try to figure out where that gross smell is coming from.

Labels: Jon