. The older kids are super. They USUALLY always listen. I was watching the kids paint pictures of a baseball and a bat. It was sports week. Very nice. Then it was free play. Well, Sean and Brendan were running around so I stopped them and read them a story.
After that Brendan wanted a computer so I let him go on. Well, Sean had a FIT. He started arguing with me saying he never got a turn, when I know I did. He YELLED at me. I walked away from him. I was never so frustrated in my life (well maybe once but not with little kids). The teacher asked Sean "Sean, were you yelling at Miss Melissa?" He shook his head yes. She told him to say he was sorry, he didn't. Blah, it's just a 4 year old, but wow. Anywho, he wanted my attention. He was sorry. Later on..He hits me on the bottom with a stuffed toy! Oye the little rascal. Dana came in later. That girl is such a sweetheart. I think I'll talk to her mom about possibly babysitting her on a weekend if her husband and herself wanted to go out. It'd be awesome.
Anyways, I left the daycare center at 1 today. Only 10 more hours then I'm done. It'll be sad to say goodbye, but I am certainly going back to visit the kids. 
When I got home I relaxed for an hour then helped my mom getting stuff ready for the Yard Sale. I had no idea how much junk I had! I have a billion stuffed animals! Atleast 70 that I'm hopefully getting rid of. The clothes! So many clothes I don't want anymore. My closet looks so empty..I'll have to go shopping!
So that's what I did helped my mom from about 2 til 10. Tomorrow is the yard sale! Joy! lol 
Anyway, I took a quiz on the computer. "Which group would you fit into?" It's so stereotypical. I am NOT in a group. I am Melissa. I'm a mix of almost everything. I dress how I feel not to be a certain thing. It said I was a prep. Just because I liked pink. Whoopeee! I'm a prep because I love the color pink. It is such bullshit. I am not on specific thing. I am myself and if anyone doesn't like me, it happens, I'll get over it, and you stop thinking about why you don't like me. I remember when I was in 8th grade I wrote a poem about Stereotypes, if any of you would like to read it just IM me or something. Not to sound egotistical or anything, but it is pretty good.

Well, I think that's all for now. I hope my junk sells tomorrow! Later!

