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I Quit My Job…


And could not be happier.

It really is a great feeling to go into a new job feeling excited and thrilled, and full of new ideas. What a shame it is to leave that job feeling defeated, disrespected, and used. That is what happened.

So, for a few days, my days are my own. And I am looking forward to not setting the alarm!


Hubs Left Today


So, officially, there are 365 work days + 21 days of vacation. 381 days. Give or take a few on either end. 381ish days until this job is over. 381 days until I know that Mr. Brady Life is home. And safe.

Thankfully, I have the best Mom in the world. Even though she has a ton of stuff that she needs to get done, she stopped it all to drive 3 hours and come hang out with me. She didn’t want me to have to spend my first night alone, alone. Of course, I feel certain that I will not sleep tonight, without some sort of sleep aid… but that is OK.

Monday, I go back to work. Of course, at that point, I still have to decide about what to do there. But, that is another story, for another day.

If you pray, please pray that B makes it safely to his job site, and that he will be safe while he is there.


Discipline, 4 Year Old Style


I walked into the three year old class room at my school, and was greeted by a dozen or so children that were hugging and jumping on me. This is not my class, I was only subbing that day. I think we are all greeted more enthusiastically by classes other than our own. Is that just me?

Anyway… that particular day, I was subbing for another teacher. One of the kids, let’s call her “J” came and asked me to flip her upside down. Being the awesome fun teacher that I am, I obliged. That, of course, started a train of kids wanting to be flipped. It was to be expected.

Enter “K.” This child, I love her. When not covered in snot, she is really cute. Huge eyes, with so much expression. And she is so full of passion. This is a child that loves hard, plays hard, and fights hard.

So, she came running at me, wanting to join in the flipping fun- but she was sticky. Super sticky. She had been eatin waffles and syrup with her hands. I was not touching those hands. So, I told her to wash her hands and face, then come back.

And this was the conversation that followed:

Me: Go wash your hands.

K:   No.

Me:  Then I will not flip you.

K: Yes you will.

Me: No I will not.

K: Fine.

Me: Fine.

K: I don’t like you.

Me: But K, I love you.

K: Well. OK. But you can’t come to my house.

Me: OK.

K:  And you get  NO candy.  And NO chocolate.

Me: OK.


At this point, I had to just walk away- otherwise, I would have just laughed in her face.

As it so happens, I had another run in with K this afternoon:

My boss brought a few 4 year olds out on the playground with my school age kids this afternoon. K was one of them.  She came running full force at me. To keep her from running in to me, I stuck my leg out in front of me, thinking she would slow down. She did not. She kept coming full force- and bounced back away from my leg. In her anger at falling, she picked up a hand full of pine needles, and threw them at me, and told me to shut up.

Again… laughter. I had to walk away. But- she was OK. Just mad. We hugged it out. 🙂

Rough Day, Awesome Husband


I have absolutely never worked in a center where so many of the children just look right at you and say NO and walk away. These kids have so little respect for authority. I can not decide if it is just these kids in particular, or a sign of the times as far as parenting goes. Honestly, it is probably a bit of both.

After 3 weeks, I am still unhappy with the amount of control that I have with my class. I feel like they are all safe, and no one is going to really hurt each other, but I have not yet found the trick to getting them to come inside, off of the bus, in any kind of order what-so-ever. I will keep trying new things until I find the right thing.

All of this is frustrating enough, without the added problem of the changing trend in our center to kids being there later in the day. Between 3 classes, there needs to be a combination of somewhere between 15 and 20 kids, depending on their ages, before I can leave. I can not tell you the last time that I left work on time. This was no so bad when I was getting overtime. Now that I am back to part-time, the extra half hour doesn’t feel as worth it. So, between my unruly kids and the repeated late days, I am just really super frustrated.

Hubs is also frustrated. He is trying to be an awesome husband (which he is, hands down) and fix dinner before I get home. The problem is that it is hard to have some things taste good after they have sat in a pot for an extra 20 minutes. So, after crying for the whole drive home, B came out into the garage and announced that he is going to set a concrete time for dinner, and if I stayed late at work, then I would be having cold dinner. Which, of course, made me cry even more.

He just hugged me and apologized. Then we went inside, had the 30 minute late dinner and watched Wipeout.  Then, he just let me go upstairs and crawl into bed. He took care of the dogs and just let me have some down time. I don’t ask for that too often. I am thankful that I get it when I need it most.

Love for B!

OK, are you ready for my Crazy Moment of the Week?

OK, I know, the week isn’t even over yet.  But, if THIS crazy moment gets topped tomorrow, I might just have to quit my job!

I have about 10 kids in my After School Kids class that their parents have requested that they spend some time working on their homework each day before they play. A perfectly reasonable request. So, I make sure that each of those children is working on their homework, and given enough time and if things are not too terribly chaotic, I try to check their homework as well.

So, yesterday, I had a child that was absolutely unwilling to work on his homework without me standing over him. And even then, there was a bit of a tantrum. When I told him that he needed to do his work on his own, he announced that he was going to kill me.

Yep. That is right. He is going to kill me.  Well, I feel certain that he is not.  🙂

Your Job is What???


For those that do not know, I work in a day care center. My actual position is the After School Kids Teacher. But, for a couple of weeks, I am also the morning 4/K Teacher. My mornings are mostly calm. There are 10 kids in my class, and since actual schooling has not begun, I just try to teach them things that roll with their interests. This week, they were interested in one of my sign language books, so we learned to sign A and B and a couple of words that begin with those letters. I also taught them each the first letter of their own names. By Monday, who knows how much of it they will remember? But, a permanent teacher has been hired for them, and she will start in another week or so. After that, I will not see them too much any more.  😦 Sad.

My After School Kids, however, are a different story all together.  I have about 30 kids on my roll, though my ratio is 23:1, so never more than that.  In the first place, the State of South Carolina seems to think that one teacher versus twenty-three 5-11 year olds is a fair fight!  In the second place, they are absolutely failed to take into account that some of these kids have never been taught manners, compliance, or been disciplined in any way, shape, or form. It makes for some rough days. Add on to that the fact that some of the older ones think they are just too old, or too perfect, to need daycare, and some days, I want to pull my hair out! But, in the end, I do love my job. I love the kids. And I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Though… it would be cool if we got paid  a little more!!!

So, in the name of your entertainment, I bring to you, my craziest moment of the week. Drum roll please.

On thursday, I had a 6-year-old girl and an 8-year-old boy “get married” and then start kissing. After no less than 10 times of pulling these two kids apart from each other, I finally had to send one to another class.

Yep. I should write a book.

Day One


So, last night I sat in front of the computer and spent a good half hour fighting with WordPress over the perfect user name. I thought I had found one. It told me that the user name was available! Yay!  When I finished, I could not log in. Of course, this might have turned out to be a blessing in disguise. During my intense moments of saying not so nice words to my computer, I realized that the  name I chose was available, because I misspelled a word.  Ooops! So, I started the process over. I shifted my search to something a little more basic, and was able to have BradyLife. So, there you go.  We will follow the fun that comes with being Me. I have a husband who provides an endless stream of laughs and a few frustrations. He says (and does) things that would perplex the most seasoned wives.  So, as we are nearing 4 1/2 years of marriage, you can follow along in the fun.   You might get the occasional bit relating more to my work, than to Hubs. He would want it that way. 🙂

This weekend, I will also be attempting to talk my sister through the process of starting a blog as well. Hopefully, by Sunday, I will have figured out enough of WordPress to get her through it!

Happy Friday!