That pretty much sums up my last week.
First, I was asked to teach preschool... by TWO separate places. How random? I actually talked to the director of one, just to weigh my options. But putting my children in full time day care (even if I am on site) wasn't really something I wanted to do.
Then Saturday night I was working and don't you know... I got held up at gun point. I don't really want to go into the details here. You know. It's the internet and all. But I am just fine. They haven't caught the girl yet. Here is the story (although, I actually didn't give her the money).
Michael and I were joking around about it the other night. Seriously. First I gave birth in an ambulance, and then I'm held up at gun point. What else can happen in this year? Michael said maybe a bomb threat. I told him not to say that. He responded, "Oh, I'm sure you'd remember something you saw on TV one time and you'd have it diffused in 5 minutes with no problem." Ha!
I like to tell a good story, but this is getting ridiculous!