Friday, March 1, 2013

Long Week. . .

Thank goodness that Friday is finally here! It's been a long week, I've not been sleeping terribly well, and I'm looking forward to having a weekend off. Of course, I don't actually have a weekend off, I have to write an 8-10 page research paper for management, take an accounting test, read a section (with 8-10 chapters) in the Ropes to Skip, Ropes to Know book and write a chapters/concepts review. Still, it's nice to be embarking on a weekend when Matt's got three days off.  I generally really like his long weekends off--he has every other weekend off--while I tend to be fairly lonely on his long work weekends. That's the way it goes, I suppose.

This week was actually a little bit stressful because I had my semester observation and evaluation. My supervisor came to one of my classes and then I had an evaluation with her in the afternoon. I got really good feedback and some suggestions from her as to class/group exercises. All in all, it was fine, but I stress and worry and get nervous about these things, get all worked up, and then when it's over I usually get a killer headache from the let-down from all that anxiety. Healthy? No, I know it isn't, but it's not something I can control either, so I've just stopped trying. For the most part, I've given into the anxiety, it's stronger than I am most of the time. ~.^

Then, today I went and ran some errands--read: I got my nails done, picked up a new pair of shoes and a pair of earrings at Cato, and then went to Wal-Mart for nail polish and shampoo. Ooh, and I had a bite to eat while I was out. Not a bad way to spend a few hours, except for one little thing. While I was at the nail salon, getting my nails done, a woman came in with an 18 month old. This kid was adorable! He was also naughty!! He was running all over the place, messing with his mom while she was getting a manicure, messing with the foot spas, bugging people, throwing fits, and the girl's sister wouldn't watch him so he kept running around terrorizing everyone. My tolerance for little kids is pretty short. I like them okay, I understand they're a part of society, but I want them to behave. So, if this woman had someone to watch her kid, why did she take his naughty little ass to the nail salon where other women are just trying to relax? I mean, seriously, leave the kid home!

Okay, enough of that. If I ranted about every bratty little kid I saw out in public, this whole blog would be nothing but brat chat. Bleh! No thanks. Still, it was annoying. I was glad when my nails were done so I could go do something else and get away from the naughty kid and his "oh isn't he cute with his naughty behavior" mommy. Okay, really, enough of that. Now, I'm going to go wake up Matt because we're supposed to go out to dinner with Melanie and Joey in a few hours and the bum is still snoozing! ^.^