Ugh, I'm tired. I worked all day. In at 7:30, out at 5. I'm sooo not a morning person! I had to cook breakfast and lunch today. I always cook lunch, but never breakfast. Since I have to make 40 pieces of toast, they said to put it in the oven, and I left it a little too long. I burned the toast. Not just a little too brown, like black, smoke pouring out of the oven, smoke alarm going off burnt. The kids got a kick out of it. All day long, any time an adult came into the preschool, one of the kids would scream "Ms. Dawn made a fire in the kitchen!!" (I'm aware that I put my name here, I don't care anymore) It was embarrassing! I made all the kids candy bags for Valentine's Day, and they were so thankful, it was sweet. It made them really good all day, I was able to threaten them: “If you don’t listen to your teachers, I’m gonna take the candy out of your cubby!” Gotta love it. Ken called me tonight. He just wanted to see how my week went. He isn’t getting to see his kids like he hoped, his grandmother is sick. He’s got all this going on, and still thought about me, aww! I thanked him for calling me and said that he made my week; he said that just hearing my voice made him feel like everything was better. We only talked for about 15 minutes, but it was great. At one point, he said something and I said it was funny, because I thought exactly the same thing (it was something really off-the-wall, so it was really strange that we both had the same thought), and he said he thought it was a sign. He said he thinks we were supposed to meet, that we’re meant to be in each other’s lives. Maybe he's right. I think we were supposed to meet, though I don't yet know why. Oh well.