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I DON'T WANT TO DISCUSS THIS GO AWAY THANK YOU.
TOTALLY.
Tantrum?
Watching kiddos this week while their parents are on a cruise. I will need a cruise after this week. Love 'em, but holy cow, the tantrums have gotten out. of. control. So, I want to throw one now.
I walked out of the school after dropping them off this morning and said, "Freedom!" One of the moms (the art teacher, who I know and really like) was like, "Oh, yes. Yes. You are one of us now."
One of the moms (the art teacher, who I know and really like) was like, "Oh, yes. Yes. You are one of us now."
You so are. From the moment you dropped a kid off in your PJs.
vw, those kids have it all backwards. They're supposed to save up all of those tantrums to torture their parents with when they get home to punish them for daring to go on vacation.
From the moment you dropped a kid off in your PJs.
Yup. I'm SO never gonna live that one down. I makes me laugh and laugh. And now I'm gonna think of it every time I wear those jammies.
You are one of us now.
BWAH! Yes.
I will need a cruise after this week.
Why do you think I went to Vegas?
Emily's apparently my sister. Or at least her dad is channeling my dad.
French toast bagels with cream cheese are perfection. Not healthy perfection but tasty perfection.
Emily, I am mortified, and I've never even met your Dad.
Do not want!
Poor Emily.
vw, I hope the parents bring you a nice prezzie in addition to whatever they are paying you.
Emily, that is craziness.
I'm pretty certain I've heard my dad and my sister having that same argument when she was living there.
On dropping off in pj's - when I was first trying to move to Chicago I had a job interview lined up so my dad drove me to the train station in Milwaukee and we *just* missed the 6:20 a.m. train. So he ended up driving me a hundred miles to downtown Chicago and hanging out for two hours waiting for me to be done - all in his bathrobe and slippers.
The look he gave me when I was all "no! we don't have time for you to go home and get dressed, we have to get on the highway now!" was pretty priceless. But he did it. Above and beyond, seriously.
ETA: And I did get the job, so.
Thank you! Besides which, how would I know if I do? I don't think I'm going crazy with the -- I can't believe I'm even thinking about this. ARGH.
Thanks for the validation, y'all. I really needed to share that with someone.
ETA: Maybe it's just a dad thing. Makes sense, really -- typically budget-conscious, sure we're wasteful, and not really understanding that there's a difference in gender usage, if you will.