If I could I would be smoke and I would float myself out of here.

I am in sitting in a smoke-filled apartment attempting to burn off the remnants of a bread bag on my stove. Hubby cooked me breakfast and set the bread on a hot burner. I'm not complaining though or he'll never cook for me again. This just seemed like a mishap that needed to be shared. I'm going to drop the subject now because he will read this and I really do enjoy his messy cooking.

It's getting harder and harder to finish out my last two weeks at the daycare. Today I had to take out multiple bags of garbage (left over from last night) in the pouring rain. I was soaked by the end of the trips because I'm short and small so I already have trouble reaching and opening the dumpster when it's dry. The closers wouldn't take it out because it was raining then too. So naturally, the director made me do it, first thing this morning. I considered just getting back in my car and going home. Today, the director informed that tomorrow I would work 8 hours in the three year old classroom with no breaks. I told her that I would rather not. I offered to work longer just to get a break because I know I'll want to pull my hair out. No. There aren't enough teachers there to give out breaks. Here's an idea. HIRE MORE PEOPLE. I might be "sick" tomorrow.