It's been a poopy day...

Literally!  After having a terrible day, I of course called my parents to vent and hear some words of comfort.  After talking for a while, Dad said "Why don't you blog about it?".  "Nobody wants to hear about this," I said.  "Then they don't have to read it."  Oh my father, so practical. So smart.

Sometimes (ok, all the time) I have a habit of wanting to be the best!  I want to be perfect at everything I do.   I end up having delusions of grandeur about this blog being the BIGGEST AND BESTEST BLOG IN THE ENTIRE WORLD!  But in all actuality,  this blog is a hobby.  It's not a competition.  It doesn't need to be something that I obsess over, checking how many people have viewed it everyday.  This is just our lives, the interesting and the not so interesting.  So here is the story of my poopy day.

Earlier this year I applied to the Chicago Athletic Club customer service desk.  What an awesome job.  I get free membership to the club, free classes, and the location is less than a block from my apartment.     They called me back and said that they didn't have any openings, but they were looking for someone at the daycare.  Since beggars can't be choosers, I said yes.  I know what you are thinking...Whitney, you don't even like kids.  And yes, you are right.  But surprisingly, this job has been a huge blessing. I have always loved all my little cousins, that's a given.  But it turns out other kids aren't too bad either.  Sure they have snotty noses and dirty diapers and can't communicate all that well.  But they also cover me in hugs and kisses, do darn cute things, and the more advanced ones even call me Miss Whitney, which pretty much melts my heart.   So all in all, it's been good. (On January 1st I start working at the customer service desk :)

But today was not a good day at all.  I woke up sick.  Broke a glass (between Diana and me, that is now 4 glasses broken, 2 left) missed my bus, finally got to work and changed 7 diapers within the first hour of being there.  UGH!  Went to lunch and came back and had a #2 potty training accident, make that two accidents, with one little boy (who was very sorry that he forgot to tell me, he was just having too much fun playing).  Finally, I was done and was in a not-so-bad mood.  I was walking home, jamming out to some Pink on my ipod, and stepped in a gigantic pile of dog poop!!!  I stopped and literally screamed at the top of my lungs "ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?!?!"  Okay, there might have been a few other choice words mixed in there.  What's funny is that everyone stopped and looked at me like they had seen something very strange.  I forget I'm in Chicago, not New York.  People are a little more normal here, and that wasn't my most normal moment.

Needless to say, I had to throw those shoes away.  Sad.  And in even sadder news, earlier this week I found some mildew on one of our walls.  It turns out that the humidity and heat of our apartment mixed with the freezing cold outside makes the walls sweat.  And that cardboard feeds the, um, I don't know, something scientific.  And I keep my shoes in their original boxes and those are made of cardboard.  So the mildew got my shoes!  I cleaned all that up, and ended up throwing away three other pairs.  Four pairs thrown away.  Luckily, I have extras.

These last few days may not have been the best, but oh well.  Life goes on. I'm now at home, eating some froyo and watching the finale of Dancing with the Stars.  I think Shawn is going to win!  That's all.