Day 1

I set four alarms for every morning. I need to be up and going at 8:00 so I can get to work at 9:00. I have an alarm set for 7:20. Why so early? Because sure it feels good to snooze but there is nothing like waking up and seeing the time and being able to say, "Ahhhh it's only ____ o'clock." So instead of hitting snooze, I am able to hit the off button and go back to sleep. My next alarm is for 7:40. Again I can turn it off because I still have twenty minutes before I need to be up. Then again at 7:55 my alarm goes off, and I set an extra one at 8:00 in case I got happy-go-lucky on the off button on my alarms.
So today I didn't get out of bed until 8:10 (this is typical, I'm greedy with my sleep even after all of this perfect alarm clock planning).  Got ready for work and headed out at 8:40.  Work is only 5 minutes away but I leave time to go to Wawa, chat with my pals working there, get my fix of a 20oz french vanilla flavored coffee, and get to work. I was placed in the infant room where I was assigned to three kids; Josh, Avery and Carmella. All of them are angels. They day started rough and continued that way throughout. The babies were all generally unhappy and loud.  One of the ladies I work with had her hands tied and it was time for one of hers to get a diaper. Now, you are not supposed to pick favorites but this little fella is my all time favorite, Vincent, 3 months old. A GEM. I lay him on the mat to change his diaper, take the old one off and then all of a sudden there is a fountain of pee, inches from my face. I nearly dropped the poor kid. After regaining my composure after almost getting drenched in pee, I lift up his legs to clean him up a little and BAM, again he strikes. Fountains of pee. I dropped his legs and he started screaming and pee was everywhere. Yum. Later, another woman had her hands full so I changed one of her girls diapers, Melissa, who did the same (luckily for me, girls pee does not quite shoot out like that of the boys.)
Lesson learned? I shall never help anyone out again and I will not pick favorites (just kidding, I still adore Vincent.)
So I got home from work a little after 6:00, and didn't eat dinner because I was still content from lunch. Today for lunch I indulged in a cheesesteak and cheese fries to eat up my feelings. It worked. After sitting at the dinner table and starring at food that I did not eat, I watched a rerun of last nights new episode of Pretty Little Liars. Amazing. You know, so many people judge that show and whatever, but it is actually really good. It is well written so nobody who watches it (minus the people that read the book series) know who this mystery person is even after 2 seasons. It keeps me on edge and I literally crave watching it during the week.
That leads me to where I am now, typing up my first (second I guess, but the first was more of an intro than a blog) blog. After this I plan on closing my computer and beginning a new book, "The Rescue" by Nicholas Sparks, and being in bed by 10:30. Hoorah.