Ok

So I talked with the daycare owner this afternoon, and I feel a whole lot better about things. She enlightened me on the world of one-year-olds, and how their day was run, and (amazingly) for the first time in nearly two weeks, I got a written report for him today. Not a whole lot of info, but it did tell me how he ate and what and when. And what activities they did during the day. I had to laugh at it though.

"We went outside this morning, and we lissoned to some music." Direct quote. I guess you don't have to be a superbrain to care for one year olds, but "Lissoned"??!! Give me a break. If that's any indication of the level of education in schools down here, I'm homeschooling!

And I felt stupid the other day for not being able to spell Ventriculochordectomy. :)

The rest of my day went about the same as usual... my boss shorted me 30 hours on my paycheck. 30 hours! WTF? I could understand a slight miscalculation, but dude, an entire week?

I did get it straightened out, though, and he cut me a check on the spot for the remainder. So all's well that ends well, as they say.

Wil brought me a rose to work today. It's only the third time in six years that he's bought flowers for me. Don't know how or when or why the romance bug crawled up his ass, but it was sweet, and exactly what I needed.

Right now he's sitting on the floor holding a sleeping baby and eating chinese leftovers in his boxers. Maybe that's too much info, but I was just marveling how life becomes so comfortable sometimes. I really do have it good... even when it seems rough.

Ok, that's it. I'm done before I start getting all silly and mushy. Nothing profound here, as usual.