What. Is. Wrong. With. Me?

Today.  First official day of vacation.  Leaving for Eureka Springs at 9AM. 

Yet, 4:30AM I am awake and laying in bed thinking about work.  WTF.  I have two big organizational projects I need to tackle and I am thinking about them instead of sleeping in.  Good grief!

Reasons why life isn't fair

So after giving nearly 38 years of her life to SRS, the new governor has told my mother he no longer needs her services.  He didn't tell her personally, his hatchet team did.  They are "going to put in their own team."  Total bullshit.  Completely political.  They tried to tell her that her replacement has a "similar" resume.  Um...the new lady is a "trainer" at a social service agency.  My mom manages over 500 people.  Whatev.  Makes me so damn mad.  I tried to blame my sister because she doesn't vote, but mom made me drop it :)

In other "Not Fair News" (not nearly as tragic, but kind of funny) This Sunday Elle was to get an award for attendance at Sunday School.  She went to 100% of her classes.  I am of course feeling superior about my parenting again as I am instilling the importance of fulling commitments :) Anyway....the ONE DAY we are late to church we miss the damn award ceremony.  (Using "damn" in a post about church, hmmm...) Seriously, I am never late.  It just isn't my thing. The "not fair"part comes in because my sister.  Who, despite her many strengths, is NOT a punctual person, was on time for once and her kids (who didn't even attend 100%) got their awards.  She of course rubbed this in.

I just keep thinking....3 days till vacation.  Also, I turned in my final capstone paper today so I am totally done with school.  Woo-Hoo!

Random Thoughts for Friday the 13th:

I have been informed (Jen)that I should blog something...
"Mommy, why is it raining?" In a show of extreme self restraint (and the hope of saving on future therapy bills) I did not respond by saying, "God is crying because you won't poop on the potty." Does the act of not committing horrible parenting constitute as good parenting?
The Magic Eraser is a miracle worker. It removed the last of the blue crayon from the dryer! Woo-hoo. It is also great for removing smudges from kids tennis shoes (otherwise known as "sneakers" if you aren't in the Midwest).

So I keep taking practice tests for the SHRM Assurance of Learning test. I got a 69% in the provided SHRM practice test(70% is passing). Crap. The only other study guide I have is for the PHR and I am scoring even worse on those tests. Supposedly the SHRM test is modeled on the PHR test, but is designed for a more "entry level" person. I think the PHR only has a 50% pass rate, but still...I feel like I will be proven a fraud if I don't pass. Stressing. Me. Out. Not to mention I have that huge paper due a week from Monday. I haven't really worked on it yet since I have been preparing my lesson I have to teach this Monday and taking practice tests. I think I am going to give up on the damn practice tests, start on my paper, and just hope for the best.

Speaking of practice, we are doing a practice run at Elle's preschool this afternoon. Please God, let it go well. My Evil Mommy Plan is that she will fall in love with it and realize that pooping on the potty is the only thing standing between her and school bliss.

May the 4th be with you

I know, I know I am a huge dork, but I couldn't help myself, and Facebook isn't working on my work computer right now.  It keeps locking up.  Damn.

So in the next few weeks I have a 2 hour presentation on Employee Relations due, a 15 page paper on current HR topics and a 4 hour comprehensive HR test.  And that is just school.  My head is going to explode. 

So this weekend Elle told Brandi, "I have a little tummy and Mommy has a big tummy."  Gee thanks, kid.  I got her back though when a conversation about Old Mac Donald led to her being informed that cats eat mice.  She was horrified, "Cats don't eat mice Mommy...They. Eat. Cat Food."  Ha.