My Way Or No Way!

For the past week, my youngest has been testing my nerves each afternoon. 

I don't know what is up with his behavior lately, but for the past week it has been a chore to get him to preschool.  He will insist that I'm not going "the wrong way" when driving to his preschool, and demand that I turn around and go "the right way."  Of course, I do not turn around, and continue to drive to his school my way.  Then the screaming and crying begins until I get to his school.  Once we get to his school, he stops crying, but then refuses to get out of the car.  I either have to coax him out with the usual, "Bob the Gnome is watching you."  Or I have to tell him that a teacher is at the window.  It usually takes a good 5 minutes or more just to get him out of the car.  Normally, once he is in the classroom, he goes directly to his mat and lies down and takes a nap.  Today he would not let go of my hand...  Urrr...  Eventually one of his teachers got him to calm down.  Usually though, I never have trouble.  He just lies on his matt hugs and kisses me goodbye, and closes his eyes and sleeps.  He has been totally draining my nerves-and I don't know why he is suddenly acting this way.  After leaving his school, I felt exhausted.  I had to drive back to Burger Kingto get a BK Mocha; yes it was that bad!  I am sure when I get him later this afternoon, I will hear that he was a "total angel" again.

I've been in a real bitchy mood lately.  I don't know really why..  I think it's a combination of teenager and preschooler anxiety.  I like to leave the house fairly clean and organized.  There is nothing that aggravates me more than coming home to a sink full of dishes that wasn't there in the morning, or a pile of towels from the dryer sitting on my wooden coffee table that aren't even fully dry yet.  I was too tired to deal with it yesterday-but I did.  It took me a good hour to put things away after I got home to even change out of my work clothes.  I felt like Cinderella---before she met the prince..  The step-sisters were disguised as teenagers.  No cute mice to help me though.  I miss my cat. 

At work everyone is a little blue.  A past co-worker who retired a few years ago past away suddenly last week.  The funeral is this week.  I dislike going to funerals--last one I went to was for a mother of a friend from high school.  I left the service literally shaking all over.  It was a very weird experience, and it made me feel quite ill for the rest of the day.  I don't think I'll be going.  I mentioned something about the sensor lights blinking on in the next office near me when no one was there, and the department manager laughed and said that it might be some dead probation officer visiting the office.  Well, he said that last week, and if the light in the next office turns on right now while I'm writing this, I will be freaking screaming right now...  So far, nothing.  This is good. 

Damn..  And it's only Tuesday! 

I've got loads and loads of work to do today.  Yesterday was spent moving boxes upon boxes of old files down the hall to another file cabinet.  It took me about an hour to do it all-perhaps that is why I have been feeling so drained this week.  I just wanted it to get done--I hate clutter, and I don't like not finishing what I set to do once I get it in my mind. 

No word from Erik Estrada yet.  Isn't that disappointing?  LOL...  I'll be surprised if I actually get a response.  I asked him to send me a picture with an autograph so we could frame and put in my daughter's room.  (This was my daughter's idea by the way.)  We shall see; I'll let you know. 

I got an invite by a friend to meet up with a bunch of other women for Girlfriend Day.  Yes there is such a day---apparently it's Girlfriend Day in Portugal on Friday, and a friend of mine is celebrating it Saturday.  We meet up for dinner and then we go to a a strip club. 

Just kidding. 

 After dinner they plan on going to a club to see a folkloric dance.  Purely innocent, I assure you. It's where people dress up in traditional Portuguese clothing and dance around to old world style music.  Kind of like the American square dancing.  A group from the Azores will beperforming that day.  Iam thinking of going--perhaps a night out with the girls, is just what I need; that and a strong drink and an uninterrupted bubble bath.  If I go, I'll bring my camera to show you what I'm talking about. 

You know, I did a search of the blogs and wrote down the word "Portuguese."  All I really got was a list of MY entries.  Damn.  I think I am the ONLY Portuguese woman who writes about it on AOL.  I feel like I have an obligation now or something to continue.  Oh the pressure of it all--it's killing me.  (Not really.) 

Eu sou mesmo o unica pessoa Portuguesa no AOL?  Nao acredite!!