Word of the Day acolyte Not only do I have the beginnings of a headache and I'm really sleepy, I think the shrimp my mother fed me is not liking my insides. Thank goodness I have the day off tomorrow. In fact, I have the next four days off. Have I ever mentioned how much I love this part of my job, the part when I sometimes get four days off in a row? Well, I'm doing it now. LOVE. Patrick starts going to a daycare on Monday. I calculated everything [without our expected raises], and we should be fine even without the childcare support. Praised be Jesus, something I know I can pay for with regards to my son. I'm tired of being frackin poor, damn it. Any road, I went off topic. The daycare is tiny--I think there are only about twenty kids maybe. Probably a lot less because little bodies multiply to me and all I see is millions of little kids. When I went to pick up an application on Friday, there looked like twenty, but there was really probably about twelve or fifteen. Whatever, it's very small. The children were very well behaved and clean, no fighting or yelling or any sort of crisis at the moment. It was clean and smelled good. Sadly enough, those are my only concerns. Is it strange that I'm not more cautious of a parent? I don't think so, but now I'm thinking that it's strange. So anyway, thankfully the daycare does both full- and part-time, so I explained that right now I only work three weekdays but I'll be full time soon, I just don't know when they'll give me that and the lady was all like, 'Oh, that's fine, you can start off part-time and switch whenever you need.' Yessssssss. So this morning at like six-thirty Jasmine [Sheila's daughter who's been watching Patrick] calls and says she has something to do at the school, orientation or I don't know what the hell, that she had thought was just supposed to last the morning but instead really lasted till the afternoon. She called, at six-thirty in the morning on her very last day of watching Patrick, to tell us about that and let us know she wasn't able to watch him. Wouldn't you think she knew about this last night? Me, too. Whatever, you can keep the formula and diapers and whatever clothes and toys you have that are his, and I'll keep my twenty dollars I was going to give you and the respect that I once had for you. That's right, all of it. I brought Babeh to Edna to visit my mother. My dad's gone somewhere and so my mother harassed me into going over there. Where she fed me the [my theory is] toxic shrimp. But we both had fun. We all watched Stargate and King of the Hill and my mother wore Pat out. My mother's so freakin cute, not only with Patrick but just in general. She's so awesome, I love her so much. And the best part is that I tell her all that every time I see her. My husband's hooooooome. We both have the day off tomorrow. Yayayay!