I've decided to quit.

My one night a week at Gymboree has become a PITA. Paul is having to get off early to come home so that I can go to work for 2 hours and make what he makes in an hour.

So, here is the farewell letter.

I want to let you know that February 9th will be my final Thursday evening. I have enjoyed my 4 years of working for Gymboree, but due to changes in Paul’s position at work, I am needed at home. I want to thank both of you for your contributions to my growth as a teacher and as a person. As a teacher and a parent, Gymboree has been an amazing experience, and I am honored to have been part of it.

Marina

It's kind of sad, but it is time for me to move on, either by staying home full time, or finding some type of work that doesn't interfere with Paulies work. I hate making things stressful on him when he is busting is ass and dealing with stress at work.

Ok, that's all.

Blah.

The holiday's are over. In lots of ways I am thankful. NO MORE CRAP. Is there any way to limit the mindless spending that the relatives do? Chris got a Micro Machine NUCLEAR power plant for cripe's sake. Have I mentioned I hate war? Hmmm, what else was on my list? My best friend (you know, the only person in the world who is supposed to understand you?) got Chris a pool table with pool balls that are the size of a quarter. Ummmm, Joey is 14 months and likes to attempt to put golf balls in his mouth... these are right up his alley. Joey got some elmo thing that vibrates like it shouldn't be a kids toy (LOL) and it scares the crap out of him.

I am kind of sad too. I love the holiday's. I love giving to people things that come from my heart. This year it was fun too! Chris began to understand the whole giving concept.

I got a new digital camera, which I *lurve* and Paul suprised me with a printer to replace my POS.

New Year's sucked. I hate being in a family full of alcoholics. I won't even go further with that cause I am still pretty torn up about the entire night's events. Maybe some other time, just me, the blog and a cup of joe.

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