Work work, make you work

We all know I desperately want to go back to undergrad, but since that ain't happening, let's just cut to the chase. Here's how the working world treated me this week:

3 kids wet their pants and 1 kid pooped in his pants. As he said, "he thought it was just a toot, but some poop came with it." He then tried showing me, but I told him to hold on to his pants. Obviously, I meant this literally.

Another child vommed. In case you were wondering what she had for breakfast, it was eggs. Didn't care to know? Well neither did I, but since I wasn't asked, I decided not to ask you either. After this incident, I can never eat eggs. Never really was much of a fan, and this was most definitely the universe telling me to stay away from eggs. I will thank this child for saving my life when mass amounts of people die/get sick from salmonella infected eggs.

Another child had this mysterious rash that seemed to grow and get worse as the week went on. Since I have no first aid skills or medical knowledge, I'm not really sure what it was but I did wash my hand thoroughly after seeing her and applying anti-itch cream. I did wear gloves, but now I have this strange itch... hmmm.. Just kidding! But of course I go through hand sanitizer like it's my job... because basically it is. The amazing part is that my skin is still relatively smooth. I have an awesome immune and dermatological system.

Another child had mass amounts of poison ivy on her. I think she may or may not have exaggerated the need for the dressing, but better safe than sorry.

Another child who may or may not have been mentioned in this post got her finger stuck in her braces in the back of her mouth. Fortunately, she got it unstuck because I was at a total loss for how to handle that one. Except, I did laugh a little, which DID NOT help the situation. This is why my friends tell me I'm unfit to be working with children slash should be outlawed from having kids. I somewhat agree.

And lastly, another child jumped off the top of a slide, shattered her elbow and fractured 2 bones in her wrist. On Monday, so right from the start, I knew it was bound to be a good week.

Oh well, cause you know what? When they be playing my jam "Independent Woman" by Destiny's Child I'll throwing my hands up at yeah. Yeah.

Just when you think you're having fun, along comes Debbie Downer

Things I'm tired of:

• I'm tired of being tired. I leave for work by 7:30am and get home at 6:30pm and am usually in bed by 9:30. Which means that I spend those 3 hours working out (if I have the energy), eating, showering and getting ready to do it all again.
• I'm tired of not living in a city with all my friends.
• I'm tired of not having money.
• I'm tired of not having time to blog or update Facebook with photos.
• I'm tired of not having time to tweet.
• I'm tired of crappy, cold Cleveland weather. One thing you will note I am not tired of is alliteration.
• I'm tired of living with my parents. Dug myself into that hole, but just let me vent.
• I'm tired living in a city without sunshine.
• I'm tired of my body deciding to be lactose intolerant when I start to increase my running mileage.
• I'm tired of not knowing what I want to do with my life.
• I'm tired of having to make an effort to stay in contact with my friends.
• I'm tired of answering phones. Random, but true.

Sorry this post his post is depressing in a not serious way. However, if you are looking to lift up your spirits, you will not find it here. I promise one day, there will be a happier post, but not now. I just needed to vent.