Ok, I'll explain. Daycare is hard work. When I started three weeks ago, my mom told me doing daycare would be the hardest work I ever did. I only half believed her. Now I fully understand.
Here's the plan:
1. Pushing a four-child stroller with four children in it. Double workout points for pushing it up hills or through gravel. Holy cow.
2. Jumping over baby gate hurdles while carrying babies.
3. Someone needs something every time I try to take a bite of food. I'm lucky to get in five bites a day.
4. Sprinting at lightning speeds up the stairs every time you even think you hear a baby crying. Quiet them before anyone else wakes up!
5. Sprinting back down the stairs, hoping nobody has been seriously injured in the last thirty seconds.
6. Other running. Pretty much all day long.
I swear I'll be in supermodel shape in no time.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Jellies!
I love jellies. No, I'm not in seventh grade, but there's just something about that plastic smell and the way they stick to your feet. I bought these jellies last summer, ignoring loud protests from my sister Bethany. She does not like jellies and really doesn't think adults should buy them. Sadie was so excited to try her jellies for the first time that she was crying with excitement and trying to pull them off to get a better look! Ok, so maybe she doesn't love jellies yet. . . just give her a couple years.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Come on, just fix it!
I took my car in to get the brakes checked before my 50,000 mile warranty ran out. I was at 49, 920 miles. Yes, I'm really good at procrastinating. So a few hours after I dropped it off, I listened to my messages and heard, "Yeah Sarah, we didn't find anything wrong with your brakes, but we had a little mishap in the shop. Now its not too bad and of course we'll get it fixed for you, but you better come down and check it out." Fun. It really wasn't too bad. They just run into poles every once and awhile when they're backing out. Just a little dent.
So I brought my car back a few days later to get the dent fixed. I was actually kind of excited to drop off my boring Hyundai Elantra and drive something else for a few days. Maybe they'd give me something fancy or bigger. Something different at least. So I was a little surprised when they walked me out to a shiny, new, red. . . Hyundai Elantra. Really? And even better than mine, it smelled like cigarettes. Great. So I drove around the next two days (even in the rain) with all of the windows down, and was very excited to get rid of that rental. And get my shiny, white, DENTLESS Hyundai Elantra back.
So I brought my car back a few days later to get the dent fixed. I was actually kind of excited to drop off my boring Hyundai Elantra and drive something else for a few days. Maybe they'd give me something fancy or bigger. Something different at least. So I was a little surprised when they walked me out to a shiny, new, red. . . Hyundai Elantra. Really? And even better than mine, it smelled like cigarettes. Great. So I drove around the next two days (even in the rain) with all of the windows down, and was very excited to get rid of that rental. And get my shiny, white, DENTLESS Hyundai Elantra back.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Playground Blues. . .
It has been a really really long time since I've posted anything on here. I've been very busy. . . I guess.
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Last week, I started working for my mom's daycare. I'm still working at the hospital a few Saturdays a month, but I spend my weekdays with twelve tykes under the age of four. Its actually been a lot of fun so far. We have already been to every park in town. . . just this week! Today was extra special. We walked to a park that has those gross wood chips on the ground. I guess they don't get stuck in your knees or hands like the little rocks and they're not as messy as sand, but I don't like them. They remind me of fourth grade. We had those wood chips on our playground at school. One day, one of my friends didn't feel very well, but she still thought it was a good idea to swing upside down on the parallel bars after lunch. And she wanted me to watch. I'm pretty sure I tried to talk her out of it, I must have, but she didn't listen. She grabbed on, jumped, and hooked her knees over the bar. And then she started swinging. And swinging. And turning pale. And swinging. Then green. And still swinging. And I watched. I probably told her to get down, I'm sure I did. Then, as I stood beneath her, watching and just hoping she wouldn't. . . she puked. It landed right next to me. I jumped back. Gross. She finally stopped swinging, got down, and quickly buried the puke under a pile of wood chips. "Sarah, please please please do not tell the teacher! Please don't tell! I really don't want to go home! Please, Sarah!!!!" We were playing Bingo Bango Bongo that afternoon. . . obviously too important to miss. So I didn't tell. I wonder how many kids stepped in that pile that afternoon. I know I didn't-- I didn't go near those bars for a long, long time after that.
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So I just don't trust those wood chips. You never know what's hiding underneath. . .
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Last week, I started working for my mom's daycare. I'm still working at the hospital a few Saturdays a month, but I spend my weekdays with twelve tykes under the age of four. Its actually been a lot of fun so far. We have already been to every park in town. . . just this week! Today was extra special. We walked to a park that has those gross wood chips on the ground. I guess they don't get stuck in your knees or hands like the little rocks and they're not as messy as sand, but I don't like them. They remind me of fourth grade. We had those wood chips on our playground at school. One day, one of my friends didn't feel very well, but she still thought it was a good idea to swing upside down on the parallel bars after lunch. And she wanted me to watch. I'm pretty sure I tried to talk her out of it, I must have, but she didn't listen. She grabbed on, jumped, and hooked her knees over the bar. And then she started swinging. And swinging. And turning pale. And swinging. Then green. And still swinging. And I watched. I probably told her to get down, I'm sure I did. Then, as I stood beneath her, watching and just hoping she wouldn't. . . she puked. It landed right next to me. I jumped back. Gross. She finally stopped swinging, got down, and quickly buried the puke under a pile of wood chips. "Sarah, please please please do not tell the teacher! Please don't tell! I really don't want to go home! Please, Sarah!!!!" We were playing Bingo Bango Bongo that afternoon. . . obviously too important to miss. So I didn't tell. I wonder how many kids stepped in that pile that afternoon. I know I didn't-- I didn't go near those bars for a long, long time after that.
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So I just don't trust those wood chips. You never know what's hiding underneath. . .
Monday, June 29, 2009
It's GRAY!
I started a new job at Innovis Health today. Its just a per diem position (so I work when they need me) and I'm very excited about being back at work. Well, kind of excited. I really miss my baby when I'm away, but it will usually be only a few hours a day, so I can handle it. Plus, she's in great hands with her grandma.
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So I had to go to the speech therapy offices last week to fill out some paperwork. I showed up a little early, so I sat out in the car for awhile, listening to some music, checking myself in the mirror for food in my teeth or messy makeup and admiring my beauty and youth. Ok, not really the last part, but you get the idea. Then I saw it. Staring me right in the face. Not staring I guess, but it was there. A GRAY hair. Wait, not even gray-- a WHITE hair. Growing out of my so young scalp. What?!?! So I pulled at it. And pulled. And pulled some more. Let me tell you, gray hair is stubborn. Finally, it cooperated and I pulled it out and examined it. Yep, it was a gray hair. Root to tip. I looked at the clock and realized I lost track of time while obsessing about the youth slipping through my fingers. So I ran up to my meeting on the GRAY side of the building, of course. I have to admit, I was a little distracted while signing my papers. . . wondering if this was normal, if I would wake up the next morning with pearly white hair, and just thinking about that shiny strand of hair. So I was very careful to keep track of it as I drove home. I just had to show someone, and for some reason, my new employer didn't really seem like the right person. My mom was standing in the kitchen when I got home. "Mom! Look what I pulled out of my head!!! Do you see this? It came out of my head!!! Seriously. . . Look!"
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Her response: "What? Did you think you were going to keep that brown hair forever?" I guess not. Thanks for keeping me grounded mom!
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So I had to go to the speech therapy offices last week to fill out some paperwork. I showed up a little early, so I sat out in the car for awhile, listening to some music, checking myself in the mirror for food in my teeth or messy makeup and admiring my beauty and youth. Ok, not really the last part, but you get the idea. Then I saw it. Staring me right in the face. Not staring I guess, but it was there. A GRAY hair. Wait, not even gray-- a WHITE hair. Growing out of my so young scalp. What?!?! So I pulled at it. And pulled. And pulled some more. Let me tell you, gray hair is stubborn. Finally, it cooperated and I pulled it out and examined it. Yep, it was a gray hair. Root to tip. I looked at the clock and realized I lost track of time while obsessing about the youth slipping through my fingers. So I ran up to my meeting on the GRAY side of the building, of course. I have to admit, I was a little distracted while signing my papers. . . wondering if this was normal, if I would wake up the next morning with pearly white hair, and just thinking about that shiny strand of hair. So I was very careful to keep track of it as I drove home. I just had to show someone, and for some reason, my new employer didn't really seem like the right person. My mom was standing in the kitchen when I got home. "Mom! Look what I pulled out of my head!!! Do you see this? It came out of my head!!! Seriously. . . Look!"
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Her response: "What? Did you think you were going to keep that brown hair forever?" I guess not. Thanks for keeping me grounded mom!
Friday, June 5, 2009
Perfect Friday!
Tonight would be a perfect night for a run. Its cool and quiet here with just a slight breeze.
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Instead, I'm enjoying a cold beer, some hot pizza, a sleeping baby, and the Twins game on tv.
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Don't worry, I'm still on track for my September 12th half-marathon. But not tonight. I'm taking tonight off!
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Instead, I'm enjoying a cold beer, some hot pizza, a sleeping baby, and the Twins game on tv.
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Don't worry, I'm still on track for my September 12th half-marathon. But not tonight. I'm taking tonight off!
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