5>>>>

5 more days until my 22nd Birthday.
My family isn't going to be here for it. Boo. They are going camping.

Ya'll- I think I have mom brain. I have felt like i think in a;lskdjf;asdfjawoeirmvnawkejirf for like 3 weeks now. I talk about myself in third person. "What else does Miss Amber need from wal-mart" - while I am IN walmart. I sing the chair songs from our class (to if you're happy and you know it clap your hands) Sit your bottom in a chair at the table. Sit you bottom in a chair at the table. Sit you bottom in a chair. At the table at the table. Sit you bottom in a chair at the table. And it gets stuck in my head! And I have to sing it outloud until I get it unstuck.
My foulness of my mouth (which wasn't very foul to begin with) is wayyy mellow. Oh poopy instead of Crap. Stinks instead of sucks. And I say UHHHH OHHHH really dramatically a lot. I also write in crayon half the time and swear everything smells like poopy diaper, snot, play-doh, or bleach. I'm constantly smelling myself.

A TEEENY TINY rant and rave: about parents: If you have time to watch alllll day on the internet camera in your child's room, then you have time to WATCH YOUR OWN CHILD!!!!

Children fall down. Children cry and bleed and don't care that about 2 and a half yards of snot come out of their nose a day. If you don't want your child to have miscellanous stains on their clothing, don't send them to daycare where they have raviolis and applesauce for lunch!! If you don't want their white shirt ruined, don't wear it to PRESCHOOL! A Ralph Lauren Polo shirt is almost more likely to BEEEE Stained at the end of the day than an Old Navy shirt. I'm sorry. It's irony. I am watching your child with as much intensity as I would my OWN and I'm sorry they are not wearing shoes when you pick them up everyday. They are upright, happy, and fed. You are welcome. That being said, I loooooove allll of my kids and their parents. Equally. Ok so today Evan DID give me a big wet kiss goodbye (I don't care if this affects my current state of tonsilitis) and Lexi said I Love you when i got there this morning.
I LOVE MY JOB.
I would work for carrots if it came down to it. I miss my kids when I go home and especially on weekends.

Current state of tonsilitis: My right tonsil is the size of 2 of my thumbs. I'm getting them taken out in the near future:)

A little on my mom: it's been tough leaving her everyday to go to work. I don't get to see her very much so I try to text her during the day and call her on my lunch and send her pics of kiddos. She has been mowing the lawn WITH supervision (on the riding lawn mower) and she walks the driveway in the morning BY HERSELF. That driveway is kinda bumpy and long and has some curve to it. I'm so stinkin proud of her. She's been having good days. She did have a bad day last week a couple days after they got back from camping and the house was kinda in disaray from all the packing/unpacking and she got really confused. I hate that I can't be there for her on those days. I really try to call her on those days when I can.
A PRAYER REQUEST: PLEASE PRAY FOR HER RIGHT LEG TO "WAKE UP" AND FOR HER CONFUSION/STRENGTH TO GET BETTER :)


I don't wanna talk about boys. They are dumb. I am sticking to the best boy friends a girl could ask for. I can talk to them whenever, and hangout like it would be a date, but theres no feelings. I can't stress to you how much I need that in my life. Boys are dumb. They are just ....grrr. dumb.


Some GOOD:
Things that make me happy:
Other blogs: There are some sites that I have been following religiously that I would like to share with you. They make me happy. They make my brain take a break and enjoy line and color and movement and not so much logistics.... blah!
Here's one I cannot live without.
thingsorganizedneatly.tumblr.com

I shall share more later.

Sorry my fb statuses have been uber lame of late.
I have been uber lame of late. I'm overjoyed if I get some scrubs washed and my lunch made for the next day. Plus I don't remember the last time I straightened my hair (no shock there tho right?) and did my makeup- I end up just sweating it off even if I reapply at lunch time. I bet some of the parents pick up their kid and wonder what kind of trailer park I came out of. My hair is slicked back like a latina hotel cleaning lady and my mascara is definitely ringing under my eyes. Oh well. Their kid can say hippopotamus and was in one piece.

I have got to get my butt in gear though!

I hope to post soon and I hope you enjoyed reading this. Did you? Please say yes :)
-"Miss Amber"