Remember yesterday when I told ya'll that I wouldn't want to stay home full time because I enjoy the adult interaction.
Well scratch that part.
(and add that I spent $50,000 on graduate school to become a school psychologist so I refuse to quit my job entirely before at least paying off my loans in like 23423423 years).
I don't even interact with adults. I interact with small, menacing children.
It's really amazing that I even agreed to have my own child after observing the youth of america these last few years.
Today I've hung out with a whole host of interesting children.
So far today I've counseled a child who's idol is Michael Vick and another who has three personalities and she's 9.
Please, please, please let my child be normal.
Oh, and those interesting adults that I do get to interact with? They are parents of said children.
While there are some lovely parents (I see them like once per month and I freaking LOVE them. Holler to the one mom that bought me a Tiffany's bracelet as a thank you gift and to the mom that brings baked goods and coffee to every meeting), I spend the majority of my time dealing with an apple/tree situation.
Sometimes, I can't decide which is worse.
*Epiphany. I am so going to be that mom that brings baked goods/coffee (I can't afford Tiffanys so F that) to school/dance/practice. Everyone loves that mom and her kid.