I Hate You / I Love You…….August 26th Version

I Hate...

 

I hate that my alarm goes off so early now and yet I still can’t get into the swing of falling asleep  before midnight.

 

I hate that Bridget has one of Bugs old teachers this year who is already wise to the fact that I am easy…..(can’t say ‘no’ for the life of me-is this perhaps why I had three children so young and in rapid fire succession???)  I have been there every day this week-even though parent volunteers are not allowed in until after going through a training course thats not held for 2 more weeks.  I swear I am there more than some teachers—and every afternoon when I leave she says ”so tomorrow I’ll have you…” WTF?

 

I hate that most of my morning was spent outside with a bunch of rowdy 5^th graders…all whilst I was wearing no sunscreen and a tank top with a funky straight across neckline-you should see my tan line..or rather my burn line.  I will have to wear a frickin tutrlenck tomorrow when its supposed to be even hotter.

 

I hate that my van was so dirty and today was my only free afternoon to wash it and of course it was 100 degrees out.

 

I hate that our ShopVac  could very easily, if I needed it to, suck the face off a baby but cannot for whatever damn reason suck up sand and fuzz and long ass girls hair off my vans carpet.

 

I hate that while I detailed our van in the hot sun my husband stood hand on hip and pointed out what I was doing wrong.

 

I hate sample whores….you know those Mexican families that bum rush the goods and grab like 4 of each.

 

I hate slow ass old people. Like the lady who was in front of me last night at Costco and pushed her cart ever.so.slowly. to the sample table…then ever.so.slowly. scrutinized the food..then.ever.so.slowly smelled it, then….well you get my point.  I hip checked the old bitch.  Move it…I have low blood sugar.

 

I Love...

 

I love (secretly) that Bridgets teacher exploits me…she’s off to Middle School next year where parent help is not usually needed.  I have loved sitting in the back of her classroom and listening to all that’s going on and being a part of this time with her. 

 

I LOVE the boy in her class that thought I was the high school helper =)

I love cocktails.  The actual word 'cocktail'—it makes me feel like a fancy lady (even though what I drink is in no way ‘fancy’)

 

 I love being worked so hard all day and being so done with it all and then mixing up a mean cocktail and drinking it in peace while I make dinner.

 

I love being tired from a day of taking care of my family…because it’s a good kind of tired. (even though I told my husband while I was sweating and laboring away washing our car that he was being a bitch today—well he was. To which he replied well YOU'RE being a bitch..to which I replied –but I am a girl. Whats your excuse?)

 

I love having a clean car

 

I love nice sample ladys…there was a group of probably 10 people waiting-I shit you not…it was for ice cream sundae samples- so we were in front but by the time she was handing them to our kids I felt bad that there were so many of us and even more peole were encroaching on the table. I told the lady we (Chris and I) were fine without one and she yelled ‘get back here-you waited so you get one-ice cream is good for you. These people can wait’

She saw right through those sample whores.