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elucreh"Teacher, can we get married?"
"Wait until it's legal, honey. You only have twelve years if your parents consent."
"Oh, no, that's not my mom. That lady's pretty."
"You're a bad monster."
"No, I'm not. I'm a nice monster."
"You're a bad monster."
"I'm nice. RAAAAAWR."
*perks up* "You're a bad monster."
"Is that good?"
*nods and beams*
*shrug* "Okay...RAAAAAWR."
Ahhhh: daycare.
Exercise: 40 minutes cross-trainer, 45 minutes playing "monster" with eight active four-year olds, five laps.
Despite the fact that a year ago I used to swim ten--fifteen laps at least three times a week, I can no longer swim in a straight line. And I had to promise my body that I would stop at three (having set my goal at five) in the middle of my second lap. I did manage to accomplish my goal, but my body is gullible.
*feels pathetic*
I will also be reporting on how much water I drink.
I'm not organized enough to do calorie-counts, but I do want to report that I walked PAST the specials on caramels, Dutch mints, AND Jelly Bellies. Go me!
"Wait until it's legal, honey. You only have twelve years if your parents consent."
"Oh, no, that's not my mom. That lady's pretty."
"You're a bad monster."
"No, I'm not. I'm a nice monster."
"You're a bad monster."
"I'm nice. RAAAAAWR."
*perks up* "You're a bad monster."
"Is that good?"
*nods and beams*
*shrug* "Okay...RAAAAAWR."
Ahhhh: daycare.
Exercise: 40 minutes cross-trainer, 45 minutes playing "monster" with eight active four-year olds, five laps.
Despite the fact that a year ago I used to swim ten--fifteen laps at least three times a week, I can no longer swim in a straight line. And I had to promise my body that I would stop at three (having set my goal at five) in the middle of my second lap. I did manage to accomplish my goal, but my body is gullible.
*feels pathetic*
I will also be reporting on how much water I drink.
I'm not organized enough to do calorie-counts, but I do want to report that I walked PAST the specials on caramels, Dutch mints, AND Jelly Bellies. Go me!
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Date: 2004-09-17 08:42 pm (UTC)I feel like a proud mama. :P
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Date: 2004-09-17 10:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-09-18 03:55 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-09-18 09:18 am (UTC)*laughing* Times like that make me like children. I still don't understand the psyche of a person who ENJOYS being in a classroom full of little children. One's cute...30's hell, in my opinion. But, if you can do it, heavens, you're my hero. They sound so adorable!
G'luck with the exercise!! I'm with you all the way!!
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Date: 2004-09-20 12:42 pm (UTC)::wants chocolate very badly::
I could never make a career out of working with lots little children... They're adorable but (aside from the fact that some can right little monsters) they're SO sensitive. Heavens, the other week I spent a lot of time playing one day with my grandpa's next-door neighbors, Claudia, 5, and Danielle, 3. I had forgotten a few things prior to this:
- Exactly how high-pitched a child's screams are. And how much it hurts when it's right in your ear.
- How repetitive everything is.
- EVERYTHING is a big deal. Didi (Danielle) cries because she thinks Claudia won't let her stand on the front stoop with her. Claudia thinks it's an international crisis when Didi doesn't want to play what she wants to play.
They're, on the whole, lovely, funny children, but it's exhausting, God knows.
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Date: 2004-09-20 09:13 pm (UTC)