Anyone else freaked out about Christmas? I think I'm getting into gift card territory due to me not having a damn minute to think about what to buy people. Plus, I don't have the patience to cart my kids around crowded stores. I saw a guy cough up a hairball or something and then spit it on the floor. Can you guess where I was? Yup, free cookie to you if you guessed Walmart. I don't want my impressionable 3-year-old to see this. Plus, that kid has a knack for finding the grossest thing imaginable and stepping in it. Then, she'll fall down and somehow this piece of grossness will end up in her mouth. No thank you, Ma'am!
Speaking of cookies, I'm ramping up my workouts so I can shake some extra ass off of me. My YMCA membership is freaking great! I enjoy the classes and feel good about working out there. I'm not the fattest chick, nor am I the worst-dressed. If I could control my diet better, I'd really be kicking ass.
This past Wednesday, I saw a sad episode of "I'm Kicking Your 3-Year-Old Out of Dance Class". It was awful. The teacher told a Mom that her kid was a misery to have in class and she'd appreciate it if the kid would scram. She told her this in front of every other parent in the building. This teacher stopped the class (mid-dance) to take a 3-year-old out and kick her to the curb. I got to see a 3-year-old's heart BREAK right in front of me. There are things in life once seen that cannot be unseen. This is one of them. I wanted to hug that girl and give her anything she wanted at that moment: ice cream, candy, a doll, LeapPad, a car to make her feel better. Mom was no better, she was crying as well. I rubbed her back and tried to calm her down to no avail. She left, broken-hearted 3-year-old in tow. Oh, did I mention her other daughter? The one in the wheelchair who watched her sister crumple to the floor and her mom break down in front of strangers? Yeah. Pathetic. I was so angry I called the owner. I have not received a call back, but I will be following this one up.
This week's craft will be the decoration of gingerbread houses. Yes, I said houseS. I bought 4. I think my kid will eat more of the decorations than actually decorate. While I'll try to not be her partner-in-crime, I'd be a fool not to admit that, yes, I too will be eating a ton of candy meant for the gingerbread house. FAT BASTARD JOYCE!
Hey, Mom just stopped by to invite me out for a walk! I'm in! I joke a lot about it, but I do need to do something to get cookies, candy, cake off my brain. Maybe a little hypnosis. Or maybe I should grow up and get ahold of myself. I choose option "B".
G'nite!
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