Today, we're pink.

When life gives you lemons, and you must eat them, you have two options:

Eat them up straight, and enjoy the shock.

Or, find some sugar.

This week has been exciting. At Renaissance, my employer has been letting me sub in for the different teachers over their lunch breaks. Today, after three hours of sub-ing, I worked solo for three hours in the evening. It scared me half to death, and I still wonder if I did an adequate job. Daycare annoys me, because everything has to be done so fast, and even then, it never gets done. Then there are so many little things that can be forgotten, and so many details. (i.e., this unlabeled sippy cup in the fridge: WHOSE IS IT??? )

Today was rather exciting, and not just because of work. Let me explain. Late last night, I contracted pink-eye. I don't know how I gave it to myself, but apparently I did. Now my eyes are a bit swollen, and yes. They're pink. I'm realizing that I need to take better care of myself.

I went to the walk-in clinic, and saw Dr. Beals. He confirmed my guess of a diagnosis, but was just as concerned about my allergies. He wrote me a prescription for eye drops and a nasal spray.

Just after he wrote me his doctor's note, I called up my supervisor. I thought for sure she wouldn't want me in for work. But apparently, one teacher had already called in sick, and she couldn't let anyone else go that day. She said according to her policy, to be able to work, I only had to be started on the medication--and told me in no uncertain terms to GET MYSELF DOWN TO THE PHARMACY! When I came to work, she explained that if I were a student, I would have to take days off, but "You're an adult, and you can wash your hands." Talk about pressure.

As it turned out, I was too busy to ever touch my eyes. Figures. I felt like a zombie sometimes, but came home with a smile.

I managed to get most of the way through an Agatha Christie mystery. Lord Edgeware Dies.

It's good.

Did I tell you the tile-man is here, and we have CAUTION signs taped across parts of our kitchen, foyer, and walkway?

Did I tell you we've had pizza twice in the last three days?

Or, that Jonathan came over for dinner last night, and ate a whole bowl of split pea soup when he wasn't hungry?

Well, no. I didn't tell you about all that. You'll have to ask sometime or other. I'm getting a bit... sleepy.

End-of the-Week

God did provide. Thank you for your prayers. I have been given an 8-11 AM teaching position at Covenant Community Daycare, and a 12:30-6PM teacher's assistantship at Renaissance (of all places, in the infant room! How much education can an infant take in one day? As I've discovered, not much. Haha).

I will give a brief description, which makes things sound both better and worse than they really are.

There are two infant classes. One is the small infant class. All those students are very beautiful, cuddly, and lie placidly where they are set.

I am in the other class, also known as the Hoodlum Asylum. All my subjects are somewhere between sitting and walking. They either tip over or fall over, and all holler to high heaven when they are the slightest bit bored. Thankfully they don't always know what they want. Yet they grab everything (fellow students' hair and snack, teacher's glasses), open every cupboard, and find every dusty forbidden nook.

So naturally, the teacher of this class and I have a LOT more fun than the other teacher. For the last hour of the day, when some of our Hoodlums are already safely back in their parents' arms, the small infant teacher goes home, and we take the last few tiny babies into our class. They gaze serenely at the mayhem around them, and do nothing. Much to our relief. The only mishaps that may occur, are those in which an older baby comes around to inspect the tiny one, and begins smushing its poor little face with an inquisitive paw...

~Pray for my neck. It has been mysteriously injured and I haven't been able to move it for about 24 hours now. And yes, I'm a whiner. If you think I'm bad on the blog, just talk to my sister. Or better yet, my dad.

Most of my readers will be at church tomorrow. I'll see you then.