Wahhhhh!

I have talked earlier about
being a nanny. And it is pretty
much the best forms of money
for a college student.
(Besides being a stripper...)

Anyways.
The past week I played mama
to my four year old cherub I have been
sitting for since he was a teeny tiny
toddler. How exhausting!
It was like no other experience.
I have been with him for a weekend...
but Friday to Sunday is
a whole lot different than Saturday
to Friday. Golllly.

Not only does the child not want
to sleep...ever...but his energy
level is way above the norm.
Not to mention his social life is
much more extensive than mine at
the ripe age of 23.
From skating to swimming
with a little pre-school in between...
I was on the go, go, go more than
any go-go dancer has ever been.
P.S.H.

When I finally got some
"me" time while he was learning
at school...I just wanted to go back
to his house and sleep. My motivation
of doing anything had plummeted
entirely. Ughhh.

Taking him to dinner with a friend of
mine seemed like a much better idea
in my head, than it turned out to be.
The waitresses and people around
us all loved him...however, my friend and
I smiled back to hide our clenched teeth
and laughed at the situation as well.

Friday morning came rather quickly
believe it or not. I couldn't have been more
excited.

I love him to death...but I couldn't wait to
hand him back to his parents and
be free.

Four year olds are selfish...wake up
way too early, and demand attention.
Good thing he is cute as hell.

Mommy for a week was
extremely entertaining and
educational.

It made my boyfriend happy
to hear that the children I constantly talk
about wanting to have, have been
pushed far back into the future.

Screw the pill. As far as I'm concerned...
babysitting is the best form of birth control.

Doom Week.

It's that time of year.
And no. I don't mean Christmas.
Even though yes, I am more than
super excited.

No. It's the time of year
where coffee becomes a college
students best friend.
When sleeping seems so
overrated and last minute cram
sessions are essential for surviving.

Yes. Finals. That's right.
It's the end of the semester...and
that means that it is time to learn everything
that we were supposed to be learning
throughout the passed four months.
Mmm. It might seem like an impossible
task. But truth behold...it's far
from impossible for a second, third and fourth
year college student. It's pretty much
how they have managed to stay in college
at all.

I have seen it every single time.
It never fails. The words
crunch time mean more than just
munching on a bag of potato chips.
Even though potato chips seem to
become part of the combination as well.

The best? When you start to see
these zombies, often referred to as students,
pouring their Natty beer into a mug of
coffee. Tasty? I'm afraid not.

But at this point...who even
cares what it tastes like.
The only thing on their brains
are getting the information
engraved into their heads in the short
amount of time they have.

Good luck to all facing
during this trivial time.

I see A's in everyone's future.
But then again...I have always been
an optimist.

Christmassss.

Christmas is right around the corner!
Get ready. Get pumped. Because here it
comessss. Yay! Can't wait. Best time of year.

Ho. Ho. Ho.