I'm not as stupid as I thought.

Kris is doing better. His biggest complaint is sore muscles from all the throwing up so he's been walking around rather gingerly today. Some of it may be pain. Some may be the lifted chore requirement for being sick. I made him get up and walk around for at least 10 minutes each hour and was quite the Nazi about it. Kris looked at me and said, you had a few physical therapy sessions and you've turned into a terrorist! The Immodium AD is working and he's starting to regain his appetite. Maybe I should have gone to med school after all :o)

Walmart called today apologizing. I was initially confused but the HR person said that there was a miscommunication between her and management and I should not have been put on the schedule. She said, we'd like to have you back if you want to give us a second chance. But they were modifying my role to cashier so there will be no lifting, bending and running around. This position allows for more flexibility in scheduling which is a good thing. Cool with me. I'm supposed to go in and discuss a start date and a training schedule. I guess the hiring practices of the largest retailer aren't as disorganized as I thought and I wasn't the dummy who missed something in the orientation.

My GRE studying has gone better. I am starting to at least score better than 60% percent on the Math portion. Verbally, I'm a lot stronger but I am a woman and we're known for garrulousness (<------ GRE Study word) The first practice test I took, I scored 330 out of 800 on the practice Math. Now, I know how to add. I know how to multiply and I know how to divide. I can even add fractions! But um, apparently I'm deficient in figuring out how fast Pump A and Pump B can clear out a basin of water together if there is a thunderstorm looming and approaching at 30mph and Pump B has a hair line crack and Pump A's operator had to take a Union enforced lunch break. I'm working on that though. Now what was that Quadratic equation again?

Em has been better or I've been handling her better. Last weekend, my work laptop died and I had to ship it back to the Laptop service center to get it fixed, which resulted in me being absolutely BORED to tears at work all week. I modified my personal laptop to accommodate a few of the applications I use in my daily grind but my Dell has issues and it's slow so most of my day was spent rebooting and clearing blue screens of death. Anyway, I needed a password reset to access my online version of Outlook. Called our helpless desk in Denver and spoke to a woman. Em was home with me all week because Grace was on vacation. The week before Thanksgiving, I was going crazy with her. She was rotten and I just didn't have time for it. So, while I was talking to this woman about my password, Em started screaming to get out of her crib. The woman asked how old she was. I said, oh, she's 31/2 and capable of getting out of the crib herself. She just doesn't want to. She's got some behavioral issues. The woman said, OHHHH! Well, do you mind if I make some suggestions? Sure, says I. I am ready to accept any advice that will help me with the child. Turns out her son has ADHD. Some of her advice really really helped to diffuse some of the temper and the meltdowns. I'm not perfect with her and sometimes I lose it but it was a much better week. I guess God was looking after me. I spoke with someone I needed to speak with at the time I needed it. It's funny how that works. I was never one to believe in cooincidence.

Midwest Winter has hit. It's really blech outside. I left the house to run and errand and it took around 45 minutes to drive 7 miles. Stupid snow. Stupid ice. Stupid Winter. This just means the stupid locks are going to be stupid frozen on my stupid car and I have to use the stupid ice scraper on the stupid window.
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