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Not a work perk

I have the best job on the planet. I have been blessed enough to be able to work with my stepdad for, gulp, 7 years. Due to his generous qualities, I am able to work part time to allow me mommyhood privileges like being able to spend chunks of time with my nuggets. {so thankful}

Because of the nature of our business, our clientele is mainly 50+.  Every few months, we will get a phone call. A spouse, mother, or father has passed. And they don’t know what to do next. This time it was a spouse of a dear client. It was a sudden unexpected death-and I realized through the 15 minute phonecall, I had nothing to offer this poor woman for comfort other than me being on the other end of the phone. She had lost her soulmate, (her words), and there was no consolation.  She loves God, and praise Him for that. But she missed her man.

I couldn’t help but fast forward to what I hope is 70 years, and got sad. Because I realized if C leaves me here without him, I am going to be one angry old bag. I don’t want to have to relearn life with out my hubs. One of my greatest gifts in this life IS stink.  I have a new heart for people who have spent a lifetime with their spouse and have to start over and be strong. Especially because C is strong for me when I am not, which is usually the direction of that merry go round.

Wah, wah, wah.

June 2, 2011 by
Work

another reason why I should work

Rating this post: random. Just a warning to keep your expectations in the appropriate place.

On Tuesdays I get to pick up my boys at preschool and spend the afternoon with them. Every Tuesday, I try to get something I need to do done, and do something they like to do as well. So of course we book it to Costco. I They love the free samples, and they have 2 spots for them at the front of the cart. Brilliant. And they like to munch on pizza while mommy plays fast cart, slow cart, “sorry for crashing into your cart-oops”. I keep it real. We all didn’t pass drivers tests with flying colors.

So after that fun adventure and a mad older russian lady later; we go home. Nap time, fun time. Weeman, down. Score.  B, not so much. He wasn’t cooperating-but I NEEDED a nap. There was no negotiating.  10 minutes into my beloved REM and a disney movie later, I hear the shot that knocks off Bambi’s mom, and a little munchkin is attempting to tape mommies eyes shut. Upon rising I see the damage:

Maybe it was a wee bit more than 10 minutes. I didn’t get all of it on camera, but I guess I better count my blessings. Could have been a sharpie, right?  So then as I am crockpotting my life away I see this:

 How can you not love this boy? He loves to do what his mommy does. {for the record, I do not mop the outside patio.} So precious. A few shots later and I have to capture this:
So then we busted open a book that my step dad got me as a quite obvious hint that I need to stop playing barber. Point taken.

 Basically uses the first 4 steps to teach you how to put your hair in a ponytail. {yawn}.
 Then you cut the  ponytail off. I give it 5 stars. My kind of solution.
As I said, it’s been a wierd day.
May 17, 2011 by
Work

Center for kids who can’t read good.

Is basically where I am at. What to do with >>this girl<< who seriously can’t read and process words….I am serious.  I think I am at a 30% success rate.  Especially after tonight. Directions?? Who needs directions? Especially when you remember to do all kinds of great things like turning off the oven and actually remembering to bring the printed out and highlighted directions as you seek your destination, *and have to be on time or a work meeting. (BTW: I didn’t forget to turn the oven off, today).  Anywho, I spent the better part of my night driving in the complete wrong direction in the hood an hour away. The kind of hood where you well up with tears because you didn’t buy “ONSTAR”, and you realize no one will find you or any trace of you when your mugger/ car high-jacker/ freddie/etc. jumps into your car and yells at you to ‘drive faster!’ into the woods. Fast forward to my 38th minute in my thomas guide-less car, when bingo- I look up in the rear view mirror and see “N”. I might not be the sharpest pencil in the box, but I knew “S” would get me home.  Brilliant. A compass in a car.

So then of course I get lost going to a friends house immediately following this expedition, which is literally 1.5 miles off the freeway. And she told me the 2 little turns I had to make on the phone and text. Still. got. lost. FAIL.

January 25, 2011 by