I love this time of year because people stop bitching about thier lives and share what they are thankful for.
Some more so then others, regardless it is nice to get a break from football banter and running stats.
I am thankful that I have a job to go to each and every day. I am aware that many do not, and no matter how much paper work I have to file, or booboo's I have to fetch ice for. I love my job, and I am thankful of it.
I am thankful that despite Dawn wanting to puke at the smell of Turkey, she bought and prepared an entire Thanksgiving meal for my children and I. I am thankful that despite my snores, she snuggled me the night before and that Jesse was there to drive me home when I heard of my old mans passing. I am thankful Dawn, that once upon a million years ago, you stepped in when a hell of alot of people stepped out.
I am thankful that I got to feel my baby wriggle in your tummy. I love him already.
I am thankful for Brandee and Mandy, who never let me wallow in despair. Friends who will allow me to cry, but will catch me before I fall to my knees. Without you, I would have curled into a fluffy ball a million years ago and become addicted to depression medication. I am more then thankful for you.
Thank you for always being there. For laughter and misery. Thank you for allowing me to sing "Gangsta Lean, This is for your memory" at the top of my lungs in your backyard for Grampa.
I am thankful that my sister still answers my phone calls, and despite her busy schedule, she will brew a pot of coffee and we will squish in conversation and laughter. Thank you sister. I am thankful that despite the fact that texting would be more convienient....you still give me that time.
Facebook is a wonderful tool, but it can never replace a cup of coffee and conversation.
I am thankful that I have a home that provides for my children.
I am thankful that I work with amazing quirky people, whom I enjoy each and every day.
I am thankful for every single "I love you Miss.Beanie" That I hear every day.
I am thankful that I have the ability to appear strong for my children, even when sometimes I am weak.
But more then anything, I am thankful for where my life decisions have brought me so far. Life is messy, it is chaotic and crazy and sometimes you have to blink through the tears and wonder, what the fuck am I doing???!!!....And then Your daughter does the wiggle dance, or your son, who is a giant, makes you belly laugh and you are AMAZED at what Fantastic children you squished out of your body...and I am thankful for those two things, more then anything else.
The BEST part of my job is a tie between the crazy, weird, strange children....and the teachers.
I have alot to do in a day, but I love it when I can squeeze in a circle time, or listening to Mrs. Maria sing a mexican song to the children....(I always sing it wrong, but the toddlers still rock back and forth because the tune is the same.)
"Kay saree Kar sarah
laadee laadee laadee daaaaa
peter pan
peter queso
laadee laadeee laddeee daaaaaaaaa
beso beso beso!"
This is my interpretation. I dunno...the teachers laugh at me.
I love walking like a gorilla into the Pre-K room while the children are sitting quietly for Mrs. Brandee. I make them all giggle and she stares at me sternly.
I love it when Rob makes us coffee, and tells me he saved me a bowl of mashed potatoes and gravy because he loves me.
I love that when our staff room light went out, instead of complaining while we waited a week for maintenance, Rob and Tabitha still went in there for their break. They claimed it Intimate and I downloaded a candle app for them to use.
I love putting on my Beast costume, and bursting into the two's room RAWRing and chasing them around.
I love it when the teachers sling me down the hallway in Dawns roll-ey chair.
I love how excited everyone is about their secret santa. I love guessing who everyone has.
I love that Kingston LOVED my fuzzy, but then got mad at me for making him sit in the office, so he told me my fuzzy was the worst fuzzy ever.
I love that I chased him around with said fuzzy and told him that I was ganna rub it on his skin and make his skin look JUST like my fuzzy.
I love that he believed me.
(sorry Monica)
I love that even when things go wrong, and a child has an allergic reaction and I have to call 911, I know that despite us being silly sometimes, our staff is the BEST, and can handle any situation that comes along. (Including an allergic reaction that starts on a childs butt.)
All in all, it is Friday and I am happy. I just KNOW my secret santa is ganna bring me something!!!