Spring Has Sprung . . .

The sun is shinning, the snow if gone, the birds are singing, the tulips are popping through the ground . . . it makes me want to jump for joy that spring is finally here.

But wait, it is only the middle of March.  Officially spring won't be here for a few more days.  So, is this it?  Is winter really over or is Mother Nature just messing with us??

As much as I hate to say it, I really don't think we've seen the last of winter.  I really don't want to think about driving to work in the snow again until December.  I want to put the snow shovel away in the back of the shed and pull out all the garden tools.  But I know that if I do, Murphy will call up Mother Nature and I'll just have to dig my way into the shed without a shovel to get it out again.  I am afraid that old Jack Frost hasn't left for him summer home yet and will be back for at least one last encore.  An encore that I for one will not be cheering for.

So, I will leave the snow shovel out.  I will stay away from my gardens and flower beds for a little while longer in hopes that I don't do something to jinx us and bring winter back.

Mother Nature, if you are reading this, please, pretty please, let the nice spring weather say.  My sanity depends on it!

Jack Frost, if you are reading this, we've had enough of you and the cold weather that you throw at us.  Please move on to your next victims.

Spring Forward . . .

Spring forward?  As much as I love the longer days, I hate what it does to my mind.  My sleeping is messed up - it feels too early to go to bed when  I know that it is late enough that I NEED to sleep, it is dark in the morning and seems way to early to have to get up and get ready for work.  And the kids at the daycare have been acting as tired and cranky as I feel, so I can only assume that they are feeling the same way.  So I must ask, is it really worth it?  Why do we put ourselves through this twice a year?  Why can't we just pick one or the other (standard time or daylight savings time) and stick with it all the time?  If it were up to me, we would stick with DST all year long, I like the longer days.  In summer, the more daylight to do stuff outside, the better.  And anything to get more daylight in the winter is a good thing!  But nobody ever asks my opinion about these things.  I don't know why, someone really should know to ask me what I think and then change the way the world works accordingly.  However, until the powers that be figure that out, I will just have to complain about things like this and you will all just have to read about!

Blogging from my iPhone

Let's just see how this handy dandy mail to blogger feature works. I
set up secret mail to blogger e-mail adress, now I am sitting at the
laundromat waiting for the munchkins laundry to wash and instead of
being completely bored out of my mind, I am blogging. How cool is
that? Pretty cool if you ask me, which I know you were about to do.

I going to leave at that for now, because my thong, I mean typing
(see what I mean) on my new iPhone are a little slow and I will be
annoyed beyond belief if I type a big long post and this doesn't work!

And my laundry is call me . . . It is saying "put the damn phone away
and come get me out of the wash and put me in the dryer."

No, I won't change the rules for you!

Does everyone think that the world revolves around them and their needs?

I had a mother bring her son into the daycare this morning with antibiotics for a throat infection that was diagnosed last night.  He was given the first dose of meds last night and promptly vomited.

There were so many problems with this situation that I hardly knew where to start!  First off, I explained that vomiting aside, the child needed to be on antibiotics for at least 24 hours before returning to daycare to ensure that they are no longer contagious and that they aren't going to have an adverse reaction.  Then, there was the issue of the vomiting.  Kids have to be free of vomiting for 24 hours to be at daycare as well. And vomiting could be a sign of an allergic reaction.

Of course, Mommy was not at all happy when I said that he couldn't stay.  First she said that the vomiting wasn't from the meds and that we could call her right away if he vomited again and she would come get him.  So, I explained about the vomiting rule and told her that we've had others with stomach viruses.  Of course, she quickly decided that he had only vomited because of the medication.

I my head, I was screaming "Do you really think that I'm that stupid that I wouldn't realize that you totally just contradicted yourself?"

However, the Head Teacher Nicki prevailed and I stayed very polite and professional, apologizing profusely for the inconvenience.  All while unprofessional Nicki was quickly losing the little bit of sympathy that she had for this woman.  Had she read her daycare policy book that every parent is given when their child starts daycare, she would have known ALL of these things.  I was still thinking that this could still just have been an innocent mistake.

That all changed and every bit of sympathy I had went out the window when she snottily replied that"I don't know what I'm going to do now I have to leave for Winnipeg in two hours."

That's when I knew for sure that it was all a play on her part to get the kid into daycare today when she knew that he wasn't allowed to be there.  She thought that she would be able to get me to change the rules for her.  As a parent, I know how hard it is when you have somewhere you need to be and you have a sick child who cannot attend daycare, but there are reasons why we have these rules.  And I am not going to risk myself to change the rules for YOU!
 

Weekend? What weekend?

Another weekend has come and gone?  Seriously?

Where the hell did it go?  I have no freaking idea!

What the heck did I accomplish?  Absolutely nothing!

I really did have big plans for this weekend.  I was going to clean up the house.  I was going to organize a bunch of Brownie stuff (to hopefully get some of it OUT of my house!)  I was going to go through all the munchkin's clothes and take stuff to the consignment store.  I was going to do our taxes.  I was going to do some baking.  And I was going to dye my horrible hair.

I didn't do any cleaning.  I didn't even look at the Brownie stuff, so I will be stuck with it all in my house for at least another week.  I started to go through the munchkin's stuff tonight, but had to stop so he could go to bed.  I didn't look at the taxes . . . I don't want to look at the taxes . . . I just want the refund to magically appear in my mail box.  Baking, I baked and decorated a birthday cake for my mother in law, but didn't get anything else done.

And well, my hair is still horrible, I don't remember the last time I dyed it, but I think the roots are now longer than the part that is still coloured from the last time.  On top of that, there is far too much gray in it for my liking, seriously, where did all this grey come from because I would really like to send it back with a nasty message to stay the hell away from my head.

So, it's back to work tomorrow.  Back to making another list of things that I want to do next weekend, "when I have time".  Will I ever learn that I don't have time on the weekend?  And that I really don't have any more desire to do these things than I do during the week?  Probably never!

It's time again for The Colors Magazine monthly writing contest.  See the details and January contest winners here.

Do you Work after Work??

I work from 7:15am to 3:45pm, Monday to Friday, for 40 hours a week, I get paid to do my job.  Is it wrong of me to feel that after 3:45pm is MY time??  Time for my family, my friends, my housework, my volunteer endeavors, NOT time to be dealing with work related matters?  Especially questions that could have been dealt with during work hours?

I don't have as much time with my family as it is and I really resent being expected to spend time at home responding to an e-mail of questions that could have easily been asked and answered in a face to face conversation.  But there is no e-mail to print and save if you have a face to face conversation.  The e-mail is a record of the "wrong" answers that I gave.  Although I am sure that I will never be told directly by the person who initiated the e-mail that I was "wrong", someone else has and will have to continue to do the dirty work, I do know how my response was perceived.  And it has changed how I will do things from now on.

Next time, the e-mail will go unanswered.  The questions will get answered face to face the next day,  Sorry, but after 3:45pm is MY time and it's going to stay that way.