noturaverage's Journal

Hmmmmmmmm, where do I start.

every time I use the DS Journal, it helps me release some of my tension, which I love.

The hardest thing is to be able to get my thoughts out of my head. It's like an old filing cabinet thats in desperate need of a good clean out.

Earlier on in the week I was working for the assistant manager, and man I thought we got along, but since the big boss wasn't around the cow knew how to throw her weight around.

I handled her crap for 2days before walking out before saying something I would regret later. I just needed time to cool off, and to think over what had happened. I wasn't at any fault or anything, I just didnt like the fact of running around all day at her command, and not having any break at all till 2pm.

The big boss is a sweet lady and asked my side etc, and I told it how it was, at least she listens to both sides before making any decision, and I returned as soon as she returned back to work.

I neglected housework for most of the week, as the kids aren't helping me out and we are only home in the early evening.So things get left to the weekend, where I am spending most of it cleaning, mind you so are they cause I dont allow them to have the weekend at leisure,lol.

Thurs night, one of the 7yr old twin girls couldnt get her own way with me, so she uses inappropriate language which breaks my heart.

I tried the parenting thing of giving her time out , taking away her priviliges etc, but she couldn't have cared less and woke the next morning to doing the same thing.

She has one evil streak in her, and I have no idea how I manage with her????????????????????????????????

Friday is usualy a busy day for me, but I thought no way I do so much for the kids by tutoring their cultural group at school, as well as preparing school lunches, and working between it all. I was just going to take on doing the school lunches. Ok, I'm busy preparing salad rolls, and turn arouns to see a pot boiling on the stove, it was a freezing morning so there was a bit of steam coming from the pot.

The fire alarms go off(great, how shameless is that!) The whole school had to evacuate while we waited for the Fire brigade to arrive to disarm the alarms, all because I boiled a pot of water.

There are 2 free call outs a year, and they had already been used, so my luck this had to be the third time, which cost the school $1000 dollars. I have never felt so small in my life, not that they were asking me to pay for it, but it was the principal of the whole thing.