OK day number two at the daycare, I’m the executive Chef in case you were wondering. Even my friends think this is hilarious… Read:
“Would I be correct saying you are working in a daycare? And if I am that is nearly as scary as me working in a daycare.” No doubt Shane, no doubt ha ha!
“Day Care….now that is totally different, I think you will be good at it…” At least my best friend has faith in me, that’s why I love her! <3 Corrine!
Yeah me of all people in a day care, even I think that’s strange not entirely my deal but I like the predictability of it all. I’m not against change but I am against drama and stress… Kids need routine, so do I (at least at work, kinda). So it kinda works out for us both. Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate kids, birth control failures adorable children under the age of 5. Nor do I have an issue with giving your child a bitching, cool ass, name. I like being unique, I’ve always marched to the beat of my own drummer. Always. I also try not to be judgmental, judge not lest ye be judged and all that. However I have to wonder what on earth goes through people’s minds when picking a name for their child that’s so out there. So out there in fact that it belongs in outer space.
Jupiter & Neptune. There are children in the day care who are named after planets. I can think of two children who just might end up hating their parents when they grow up. Perhaps not. OK yes there’s Venus Williams, lets not forget the Venus fly trap. Not a tennis buff, but that plant is pretty freaking sweet! Also a Greek goddess However Venus is also a planet. Not only that, Venus rhymes with penis. However sporting a Medusa tattoo myself, I can see the correlation behind naming your child Venus. Jupiter & Neptune though? Perhaps their parents are astronauts? Possible astronomers or something? At least they didn’t name them Uranus like one of my friends pointed out. Here’s what my peanut gallery had to say about the whole thing:
Tammy: “I know of another girl named Jupiter Jane…okay…but NEPTUNE?” (that has the Jetsons written ALL over it)
Babette:” At least it wasn’t Uranus!” (my thoughts exactly!)
Darcy:”lol” (coffee almost came out my nose when I made that discovery this morning)
Josh:”Haha, why do they do it!?
…growing up is tough enough without being named after a planet!! lol xXx” (yeah I know, hello!)
James:“Yeah but when he turns out to be the head of a major corporation, and she’s either some type of hippie therapist/social worker or psychic they won’t seem so odd. It’s nominative deteinism in action!” (OK there’s always one, that’s OK because I wouldn’t expect anything less from him 😉 lol)
Jaime:”gah! I thought Pyper was an odd name…thankfully my daughters name has become more popular these days!” (OK first of all, at least it applies to your heritage Jaime and its lovely & unique. I like it!)
Melanie:”What about the parents in the States who named their son Adolf Hitler? They thought it was wonderful…. Children’s Aid didn’t, and little Adolf Hitler Campbell and his younger sisters, JoyceLynn Aryan Nation Campbell and Honszlynn Hinler Jeannie Campbell were “removed from the home”. Those parents are winners!” (there are no words…)
Fallon:”I know a Rainbow Cloud :)” (see that’s hippy chic, I can at least respect that! Or one hell of a raver name)
Lindsay:this is great! lmao….my friend named her kid Treasure….Stripper pole here she comes (I feel compelled to agree with that)
Christ I’m tired exhausted my schedule has literally changed from night to day. I got almost zero sleep last night because of it & the night before. I attempted to fall asleep at a reasonable time but alas that wasn’t meant to happen and when I did fall asleep around 1:30am, I woke up around 2:45 and of course couldn’t fall back asleep right away. I was terrified I’d be late for work this morning, which I was by all of 7 minutes but that was the weather, not me. So when I got home all I wanted to do was take a nap but I had plans for this evening so had to tackle that huge ass mountain of laundry before said plans. I ran out of clean underwear sheets for my bed. I was also running low on socks.
There is nothing. I. Hate. More. Then. Doing. Laundry.
Really, even when I had a washer/dryer in my house, I still hated it. I’m pretty sure that’s not going to change anytime soon ever. For real.
I need a man servant, just to do my laundry. Those housework faeries that my friends keep talking about are a bunch of slacker bitches.