I need to start blogging more regularly again, if for no other reason than to keep my blood pressure down.  I need to vent.  I need to get things out in the open and off my chest.  But at the same time, I'm trying really hard not to let certain things get under my skin, but it's just too dang hard! 

Is it just me, or would you rather pay someone a little extra to do a good job caring for your kids while you work, in a clean house, and a Christian environment, and a caregiver who actually spends time with the kids, OR would you rather pay a little less to leave your kid at a dirty house, the caregiver lets the kids destroy the house and lets the kids be babysat by the TV?  Well, I decided to start babysitting a couple kids, get my name out there, maybe run an ad in the paper, and just see who I could get.  I want to keep 2 kids, around Travis' age, and my first call was from a total pain in the nether regions.  At first she was really nice, and then today I was supposed to meet her and her son and she just did a total 360 and turned into a total B.  I'd go into all the details, but I don't want to bore you.  In a nutshell, I'm thinking "Okay, is this how ALL parents are?"  She actually told me that her son does not HAVE a routine, and that it is even against the law now for caregivers to have a set routine.  ??!?!  It's against the law to say "Okay, lunch time is at 11:30, naptime is at 12:30, and when the kids wake up we will watch a movie, and then after that go play outside?"  I just had to grit my teeth and say "Well, that's okay, it probably wouldn't have worked out anyway since your husband doesn't have a set schedule from week to week, and I'm REALLY looking for someone who will be staying full-time so I can make the $70 a week that I REALLY need anyway.  I was being quite reasonable in just charging you PER DAY instead of the ENTIRE WEEK like I would normally do, but that's fine."  But nope, not gonna let it ruin my day, and besides, now that I'm not meeting this lady tonight, I get to go eat Mexican with my parents.  Michael's gone to Shelbyville to do "guy stuff" with his best friend that's getting married Saturday, and then tomorrow me and the kids are riding up with Michael's parents in time for the rehearsal dinner, and then Saturday the wedding is at 5, and then we'll be making the long haul back home.  I miss Michael.  I mean, by now he'd be about to come home from work, and instead, I won't get to see him 'til tomorrow afternoon.  ::SNIFF::  Last time he left me home alone at night, I was SCARED!   I was fine 'til like after midnight when I couldn't fall asleep because every little noise freaked me out, and then when I finally dozed off, I had some really creepy nightmare, and when I woke up, I was even MORE freaked out and did not want to go back to sleep. 

So anyway, tonight I have to pack my stuff and the kids' stuff, make sure the cat bowl is filled all the way up, get the garbage out to the street, and get with Daniel (my nephew) about taking care of the dogs.  Super yay.  And I don't even know what time I am being picked up tomorrow.  Super Duper Yay.  I have to go meet my parents at the Mexican joint for awhile, so more later, maybe in a week or so, lol.