I'm good with kids after all. Who knew?

I just finished a long hot shower, to end an even longer day.


Matt and I have spent the last few days working and spending quality time with each other. But today I only saw him when I kissed him goodmorning/goodbye and when we had a meeting in the store manager's office.


My mom called me, first thing - to make sure I had voted. (although it didn't do any good.) Mom and I talked for a bit on Sunday. I must have caught her in a good mood, because it felt a lot like old times. She had mentioned that an ooooold boyfriend (one of the few that doesn't curse the day I was born) was in town and wanted to know how I was doing. So we gossiped about him for a bit, and everyone else in our small town. It was like I was sitting across the kitchen table with her. I miss that.


My preschool classes this morning went pretty well. Kids will be kids, they act up sometimes. But it's great to see the most missed behaved kids in the class progress a little each week. I have this student Keller, we used to call him "killer." A month with me, and now he's the most happy, well behaved kid in his class. It's a very gratified feeling to help a child develop. I feel useful, like I'm suppose to work there. That always starts the day off great.

Next was on to work at Wal-Mart where I always have plenty to keep my busy. When Matt got there at six we met with the store manager to see if there was anyway we could take some time off during the Thanksgiving holiday and black friday to spend time with Matt's mom. Luckily Wal-Mart is very symathetic when it comes to family.

I worry about Matt sometimes. He isn't very well in touch with his emotions. He doesn't anger easily, and I've only seen him tear up once. It's like whenever something sad, or enraging triggers that part of his brain, instead of functioning normally, his brain just injects is heart with a shot of novicane. Most people would say that is just a man thing, but it seems all of the men in my life have been extremely emotional.....My father, boyfriends, close guyfriends. It's like they're just women with balls. I won't waste time with examples.

Whatever.

After work, I had to go back to the gym to do some first aide and CPR training. It was accutally quite interesting and I learned alot, although the worst injury one of my kids have suffered is an indian burn from "Killer." It's funny, about a month ago, the owners of the gym went to this convention and learned about all the things they can be sued for, and since then, we've had a lot more meetings and rules enforced.

So now I'm home, wrapped in my comfy red bathrobe. But not for long - I have to go pick up my husband. I can't wait till he's home.