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August 2, 2008
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Just when I thought I could not be more boring, I have gone from not having time to blog to not having a thing to blog about.
Work has been the epitome of slammed. I'm working at an insane pace to get stuff ready and done before teachers come back and I'm thinking it's most likely not going to be done. I'm the sort of person who worries about stuff when it's not a real issue, but this is slapping me in the face daily because teachers, while they are supposed to be off during the summer, keep coming in to work and complaining that things aren't ready for them. REALLY? I HAD NO IDEA.
I still love this job more than any other job in the world but I think I could use a day or two off. Maybe in October.
This week we made a point to go swimming twice. I took the kids to the pool for the swim team pep rally and Tess had such a good time that she threw a mind numbing fit when it was time to go. I had Max to take care of too and Dan was working late so thankfully Trevor helped mme get her out of there before we were asked to leave. Last night we went again and stayed a longer time. Dan was there to help and it was a much better experience. It's just a shame that it's taken until August for us to get to the pool. Kendall makes the pool dues worth it since she's there everyday but we all love going. Maybe August will be the month my skin finally sees sunlight. (tan fat is thin fat)
Jake's working at Allmans. He's a bbq slinger. I think he likes it but he seems to pretty much hate anything that's not hanging out with friends having fun. Welcome to reality, sport. I think he's a good waiter though, he's bringing in good tips.
Tess is almost done potty training. She sleeps in undies, wears undies all day and everything's cool except for her pooh issues. She walks around on her tippy toes screaming in agony until she just can't hold it in anymore. Most anyone who reads this blog has already been around during this fiasco so it's not news, but man oh man it's SO UNFUN. Entire days worth of plans are made and broken depending on this childs bowels. Who wants to go to a pool or restaurant anywhere around other people when Tess's bowels might explode and wreck everyone's fun time? We're resorting to laxatives and googling as many tips as we can find about this before taking her to a dr. Hopefully in a few years we'll look back on this as her dark period.
Max is creeping up on 8 months old and has already learned to crawl and pull himself up on stuff. He's insanely cute and mostly good, with a touch of crab. I think he takes after me, dan thinks he takes after him. We both just wish he'd sleep longer in the mornings.
welp, he's awake (thanks to tess blowing dan's lifeguard whistle) so i have to go.
peace.
Posted by krystal at August 2, 2008 12:58 PM
Comments
Krystal, this is in regards to Max pulling himself up on beer. Amber, at 2, was stacking beer cans at the friday nite poker game! We were ment to be family!
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Posted by: CHRISTY OBRIEN at August 2, 2008 2:12 PM