Hey guys, how has your week been? I’ll tell you last week did not start out the best, but got so much better later on. A week from Saturday my car had a flat tire. To be fair, I knew it was going […]
Hey guys, how has your week been?
I’ll tell you last week did not start out the best, but got so much better later on. A week from Saturday my car had a flat tire. To be fair, I knew it was going to go, I knew I needed a new one at the beginning of September. The reason I hadn’t bought a new one was because I was supposed to be getting a new (well new to me) car.
Growing up, my mom and two of her friends were all single mothers to small children. So they were a support system to each other, So we all became very close. One of her friends, had her grand daughter stay with her for a week, so she asked me to babysit. I used to babysit her youngest son. I had that boy convinced that I was the best person ever, he’s since out grown me. Anyway every time she’d ask how much she owed me I’d tell her nothing. I wasn’t going to charge her for a few days one week. At the end of the week she asked if she could pay me later, and I again said no. She’d recently gotten a new car, and was going to get rid of her old one, so she decided to give it to me.
My car was awful. It was safe, but it hated me. The windows didn’t work, the A/C barely worked, the dial for the lights broke, (the lights still worked it was just a pain) and it spilled antifreeze. When I got the car it was a “I just crashed my car, and desperately need a new one” kind of thing. The lady we bought it from only told me that the one window didn’t work, which my neighbor fixed, so that one did work for a bit. But no, every thing was broken. I hated that car, and it hated me. Now it’s got a for sale sign and will hopefully be gone soon. My neighbor who’s been the one doing all of the work on it, is going to sell, and get rid of it.
I got the new one on Monday, and it’s been so wonderful having a car that’s not a huge burden to drive. I love it so much.
The week went by, nothing else exciting. I was quite impressed (and so were some other parents at the preschool.) with my self Thursday. So I decided that I wanted to wait and not be at school 10 minutes before we were meant to be. So both of the boys fell asleep on the way to school. They almost always fall asleep on the way home. So I had to cart both sleeping toddlers through the school. I put Lukas in the stroller and just took out Jakes whole carrier seat and brought both of them into the school. Sharon being the sweetheart she is opened the door and explained that “I like to help, because sometimes, Old people aren’t strong enough to open the doors.” What was she implying!? My hands were full of two sleeping toddlers, and I totally was strong enough to hold the door. So I got her dropped of signed in gave her a hug goodbye and it was time for me to leave. I was able to guide the stroller with one hand, carry the baby seat with the other and push the door open to get out. I got the boys in the car, home, back out of the car and in their beds (shoes and coats off), with out them waking up. I did have to wake them up to go back and get Sharon and Taylor from school. I totally expected them to wakeup either on the way to the car or into the house and then not get a good nap in but it went great.
Saturday The football field that we cheered at was the worse. There was no room for our cheerleaders so we had them basically cheering to the woods. That way they weren’t blocking the football game. We couldn’t see the score board, and I don’t think the announcer quite knew what he was doing. So I had no idea what was happening.
After the game, Ashley, our mom, and I went on this thing called a Witches Run. We had a party bus, and just went to a few bars. It was fun, despite the anxiety. It was a bit easier for me this year than it was last year, as this year I knew where we were. Last year I had no clue, and I couldn’t cope with it. I’m not sure if it’ll happen again. The lady who planned it all was very upset that not every one was dancing at the end of the night. She told my pregnant sister “if you can’t party at the end of the night, then you shouldn’t be here” like really? She paid her share had a great time dancing and every thing all night. 6 hours of it and she was upset. I refused to dance too. I can’t, and not just because I’m uncoordinated, but my hip can’t handle it. it’s not strong enough. So that was annoying. On a related note, if you want to make your friends laugh, tell them someone’s being “fussy” because apparently that was not the word I was meant to use. woops…
Sunday, was the 3/4 graders last game of the season, so our girls got to perform their dance. I cant share that as in all of the video their faces are clearly seen. I don’t share photos of the kids face on her or on my instagram to protect their privacy, except Taylor and Landin. After the game the rest of the day was spent trying to blog, but not being able to focus and just being drained of energy from the night before, I was unsuccessful.
But it’s a new week, I’ve got both kids asleep in their room, This post is just about finished, So now I just have to get the dishes finished up and all I have to do is play till the parents come. I really love my job
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