Sometimes the best BC doesn't come in a Pill

For starters, I finished my job at Banana Republic and started my job at First Baptist Ridgeland's Daycare/Pre-k. I have now completed my 3rd week with my kids and I still love it (it was at this time that I had already turned in my 2 wks notice at Banana, ha!). 

While eleven 4-year-olds can be a bit (okay a lot) much at times, I honestly couldn't think of a better job for me right now. If nothing else, they are definitely the BEST form of birth control there is. Especially after last Friday.

A couple of weeks ago the morning teacher of my classroom asked me if I could substitute for her Friday (9/3) so that she and her family could make their way to her Bro-in-law's wedding in Ohio. I told her, "Absolutely!" I did not know what I was getting myself into. 

Earlier last week I developed my traditional sinus infection (it's a bi-annual thing for me). It started off with just a slight runny nose. No big deal. But of course, as always, it got worse and worse every day. Wednesday I opted to call in sick because my body literally felt like a steam roller had flattened my body overnight. I also knew that if I didn't take Wed. off there was no way I'd survive Friday. 

Thursday morning I felt GREAT. I even felt good enough to take little M for a walk in the park. I went to school like I always do and still felt fine. I got home that night and went to bed. When I woke up the next morning, at 6 am, (after sleeping with my mouth wide open all night), it felt like I had literally swallowed needles, scraping my throat all the way down. I felt worse than I did on Wednesday. Awesome! This is looking good. 

I have decided that there is something about Thursdays and Fridays that turns my sweet little angels into wild monkeys! Most likely it's the fact alone that it's Thursday and Friday and they're tired of being in school. All day Friday my kids were screaming, whining, tattling, smarting off, etc to me. I was amazed at their crazy behavior. I even tried to bribe them with the cookies I had baked for them the night before. I decided to give them a second chance after rest time (because I really didn't want to/need to take those cookies back home with me). 

Because I was there for 10 hrs, I got an hour long break during rest time. When I got back I asked the stand-in teacher how they did and she said that each one of them was knocked out as soon as their heads hit the pillow. So I decided that was enough reason for me to give them the cookies. I know that I really probably shouldn't have given them the cookies, but I baked them to celebrate our two September birthdays and I didn't think it was fair to ignore their days, especially when they were the only two that weren't acting wild. 

They were perfect little angels during all of snack time (wouldn't you be if someone had just stuffed your belly with delicious sweets?)! I was so excited for the rest of the day to go that smoothly. HA!

By the end of the day I had a throbbing headache, zero voice, and was literaly counting down the hours until I could go home, drug myself up with Sudafed PM, and go to sleep! Which is exactly what I did. 

I left the school right around 6, met Rob at a local Mexican restaurant, had a strawberry Margarita, went home, took a Sudafed PM, and was sound asleep on the couch by 9:30. Later that night Rob tried to get me up to move into our bedroom. But apparently I yelled "No!" to him enough that he gave up and left me on the couch (clearly I had spent too much time around 4-yr-olds that day). 

From now on, I will NEVER miss another day on my birth control. Granted I don't intend to ever have 11 children, but I still do not believe that I am anywhere near ready to have a (constant) child. I love kids, but sometimes, there is nothing better than giving them back at the end of the day for Mom and Dad to deal with the rest.