Things are back to being good again. The boyfriend and I worked it out, thankfully. We are both a little sick and that could be why we were so cranky with each other lol. I’m still loving the daycare job. I don’t even care that I have to get up at 7 in the morning. The kids are adorable. The twins do everything together and are ahead of the rest of the kids. They are 2 and they already know how to do their colors in English and Spanish. M is another of the twins only her twin is a boy and she is totally adorable. SHe has given me her own unidentifiable name. K is the smallest of them all and she’s my little favorite. She is just too cute to put down and she knows it…that’s why I’m having to try to resist her when I have to clean. Can’t really mop the floor when you’re carrying a little one around, right? The boys are all so cute and the job itself is like training is developmental psychology. Even though the kids are all only two or younger, they each have a different rate of development, home situation, and personality. I absolutely love taking care of them. It even makes me want one of my own. The only problem is that I am unsure of how to tell my mom that I only have this job. I think this job will be enough to pay for what I need, especially if I budget right. I just know she’s going to be mad and I can’t take her drama right now. I’m doing all I can. She will be spying on me at some time I’m sure. I’m embarrassed to say that I am actually afraid of telling her. Oh well, what to do?