This is just the headache talking...

I know it's just the stress of writing this research paper...which is not due for a few weeks...but that just means that I have a longer time to stress over it...which is good/bad situation...I guess. I don't know. Anyway, as much as I love being a student...and taking classes...I still get to the point of wondering if I'll ever finish...and if I do, will I be 102 when I do? I always tell my students when advising and working with them (the ones who take a few years longer than usual to finish)..."You're going to be 23 whether you have a degree or not. You might as well get there working towards one." But I won't be 23 or 25 or 40 for that matter. Sometimes, I wonder if I should do something else. What that something else is....I haven't a clue. I mean I saw someone leaving Curves this morning...and thought...that would be a fun business to own. Then I saw a puppy somewhere this morning...and thought...I'd sure love to spend my days working with puppies and dogs.

Choo Choo has AnnaBanana today. She just called and AnnaBanana won't behave. I had that child all day Saturday and Sunday...and she was just fine. I don't know what it is...but when she's with other people, she's a holy terror. I wish I could just take this week off and take care of her myself. I just found out that she is going to be with us until Friday morning. So Choo Choo is going to have to keep her tomorrow and I'll take off Wednesday and Monkey will keep her Thursday. Choo Choo is all talk and little do. She's been talking for weeks about keeping AnnaBanana this week...and at the time when she'd had her half a day...she was ready to bring her to me. What happened to "well, I could take her to the zoo...and we could do this...and we could do that?" What happened? Ugh. People.

I just put a note in Boss' office requesting Wednesday off (to take care of the above mentioned family issues)...plus half a day next Thursday for Monkey's eye surgery...and letting him know about a 4:00 dentist appointment on February 14. Why do I feel like a bad employee? I'm not...and I know that...and Boss' won't have any problems with this request. But I guess it just all came at once.

Ava was supposed to clean the front bathroom yesterday. I went in there this morning...and uh, let me just say, the bathroom was not cleaned as it should have been cleaned. Ordinarily, I wouldn't be stressing over the fact that the front bathroom isn't pristine. But the plumber is supposed to come out to the house sometime...and I'm not sure when. I just hate it people come into my house and it's not up to par. I tell you what...it better be clean when I get home. I mean...I swish and swipe my toilet every freaking morning. My toilet is always ready for an unexpected kneeling. Ugh. Why is this so freaking difficult to do? Swish and swipe. Very freaking easy.

I will stop now.