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June 10, 2004
Alexandria is finished with her second year of preschool. She got a cute little diploma and was quite proud of herself. She is going to do some summer school starting tomorrow. She has been home and driving us insane. She can quote Finding Nemo and The Lion King practically verbatim, and act out all the scenes from both, and Al and I are at our wits ends. She can be so loving towards Victoria, but then she can be so downright nasty to her a minute later. She can act intelligent, like reading (actual reading) to us. She will practice her letters and practice counting and reading. And then she will pee on a rag in the bathroom. Or clog the upstairs toilets with toilet paper. Or draw and color on the kitchen table. Or simply make a mad dash through the house screaming at the top of her lungs. And she’ll do it over and over again. She is constantly jumping down the stairs, 4 or 5 at a time. She runs into her sister. She climbs on the back of the couches. She pulls all of her books out her bookcase to look at them. She talks sassy. “No, you’re a poopyhead Mom!” “I don’t love Victoria. Can we take her back?” I’ve never heard someone talk as incessantly as she does. I look forward to the day when she gets it paid back in spades when she has children. Some days are worse than others, of course. Today was awful. Al and I feel like all we do is play policeman and try to keep her out of trouble. And when she gets started on acting like a wild animal, she just gets so dang wound up that I want to buy Valium off the internet and give it to her or me or both of us. Is she spirited? More like possessed! So, she goes to summer school, because she needs the stimulation and we need to keep some of our sanity.
Victoria is learning from her sister, as well. She’s cute still, but it doesn’t make her biting me, hitting her sister, or pulling the chairs over to the countertops to molest the glassware up there acceptable. She is energetic to say the least, and she’s also a terror. I just don’t know what to do with her sometimes. I understand not being able to trust an 18 month old, but she has no limit to what she gets into. Everything we own is stacked up on top of tables or counters, pushed to the back, because her little grabby hands are always groping along for something to get into. Knives? She loves them. Especially steak knives. When she gets one, she gasps and waves it threateningly around. We do our best to keep them away from her, but there have been times (one or two) when she finds one. And now that she goes into our silverware drawer, we need to be especially vigilant. Lord help us. We need to put up a playpen to keep her in when she’s naughty.
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Oops, that was written 2 days ago. Of course, everything still is as I said, the kids are still quite a handful. I’ve spent the last couple of days trying to enjoy my last week off. I wound up accepting a position at the university to work this summer, until August 15th. So, that pretty much brings an end to my almost one month long summer vacation. The first break I almost had in three years. Oh, well. I like to spend money, so I need to earn some money.
I still do not have a position anywhere. I do (possibly) have an interview in town, which is for a position that I do not really want, because I would have to teach physics. Al would be able to help me, of course, plus he told me if I got hired we could buy the serger I’ve been lusting after. So, I hope I get the job, because I want the serger. I got to tell a principal the other day that I wasn’t interested in an interview with his school because it was a position for junior high science. And I would teach junior high as soon as Hell itself froze over. And maybe not even then. I’m not sure you could pay me enough. Maybe for one year, but certainly not for the rest of my life.
I am getting tired of looking for a job, I have been filling out applications, fixing resumes, etc. since about Thanksgiving. I really started applying in earnest around Christmas. And I started getting nibbles in maybe February. However, I haven’t had so much as a single interview since mid-April. I know many people have been looking longer, but I don’t want to hear it. I chose something where there was a shortage of suckers available to do it. Supposedly, I’m in demand. Except, I’m just not seeing it. It aggravates me that other people in my class have a job, and they have only their bachelor’s. It aggravates me that their pay will be higher than mine, if I get a job down here. Higher by about $8000, if I remember correctly. And, I have a Master’s! What a waste that turned out to be. It almost makes me want to change professions, although I don’t know what else I could do.
Anyway, enough crabbing. I need to see what’s cooking for dinner. I’m thinking pizza.
Candace
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