I need to get better at this blogging thing. Most nights, by the time I get the little monster to bed, clean the bottles and do a general straightening up of the house, I need copious amounts of wine to wind down. I love my kid, don't get me wrong, but we are definitely in the hold-me-or-I-will-make-your-life-hell stage. And sometimes, I just want to pee alone. Anyways, wine-fueled blogging could end badly for me, but alot of times thats what you'll get from me.

I'm majoring in Early Childhood Education (que the WHYYYY'S?) and finished up my field experience hours today. I had to do 40 this semester and got paired with a great teacher. 3rd grade is rough. I now understand completely why they have to specify in the handbook that teachers aren't allowed to drink on school premises. The kids were awesome, but getting them on task is like herding cats. There were times when I stood back and thought, "How in the hell do I want to do this everyday?" But today, as I packed up to leave for the day, the kids presented me with a card they had made to say thank you. The comments they wrote brought tears to my eyes: "I love you because you're nice." "I think you'll be the best teacher." I had a moment of "ok. this is why I want to do this."

My kid decided that 6 A.M. is an acceptable time to start our day, and every day I tell him "No the F it isn't." I don't think he understands yet. Trevor told me that it's my fault since I haven't taught him to talk yet. Touche'. A few days ago, I was slightly annoyed with him for insisting I get up and at myself for finishing that last glass of Pinot grigiot. I brought him back to bed with me to lay down, but he kept sitting up and touching my face. After five minutes of him growling at me, I finally gave in and opened my eyes. You know what he did? He planted the biggest, wettest kiss on my forehead. That kid sure does know how to get out of trouble.

I convinced T to take me out for mexican (aka margaronas) tonight, so I'm off to throw on something mildly acceptable (aka pants) and get my taco on (thats what he said.)

Adios!