Well, who would’ve thought it would take a whole year and a half to resurrect this here blog? Nobody. So there’s that.
Anywho, I’ve decided to resurrect this blog. Bam. Done.
Here are the crazy things in my life: my work position was eliminated, I got into a doctoral program, and I’m moving all the way down the eastern seaboard. I don’t do things simply. Like, ever.
My teenager is over the moon excited. The twins are excited. The husband is stressing me out. My goal is to get rid of most of my (crap) stuff and move down there with a teeny tiny Uhaul. My crap isn’t work the amount of money that it costs to move it all.
We got preapproved to purchase a condo/townhome when we move. So that’s a huge step in the right direction.
My family is stressing me out. UGH. Not the ones that reside in my house, but the ones that don’t. I’m pretty sure that my sisters could care less, seeing as I don’t see them, EVER. My mother has been between tears and worry, and my dad is frustrated with his current condition and it only is exacerbated by my moving. Or something.
Well, that’s about all I can handle for this sunny Monday. Anyone wanna buy my damn house? Seriously. Please. I’ve even been praying. Even thought about going to church. Whoa.
Yesterday, as I was eating a fortune cookie that had been lying on my desk for over a week, I found myself reading the fortune and reflecting. It said, “Change is inevitable, except for vending machines.”
I found this to be beyond true. For those that don’t know, I was called into my boss’s office and told that my position was cut as of the middle of June. That means that I will be placed somewhere within this great organization (sarcasm) along with all of the other displaced employees. Well, here’s the issue with that: I can’t wait for people to decide where I’m going to work. I can’t handle not knowing where I will be next year.
I already bite my nails to oblivion (read: ouch, OMG they hurt so bad), stress eat until I want to throw up, and am really mean to my husband when I perceive him to not be sympathetic to my situation (all the time). Not knowing where I will be working come August will make me stress all summer. Who can enjoy getting tan when they don’t know what they’ll be doing???
So, I’m on the hunt. I’m over the initial shock, I haven’t cried. I’m just pulling on my big girls boots and applying for jobs. Wish me luck, or something!
You know, I sometimes feel bad for my teenager. She’s like that Britney Spears song, something about not being a girl anymore but not yet being a woman. Sorry for the ear worm on that one. It may last a while.
She’s always being tortured by her little sisters, or so she says. When I’m not looking, she’s usually antagonizing them by poking and prodding at them and then pretends like they’re crazy for crying about it.
There are moments when the three of them amaze me, too. Her little sisters really love her. I love her so much it hurts. She is the most amazing thing I’ve ever created, and as crazy as she makes me, I still credit her with changing my life for the better those 13 years ago.
In the last thirteen years, she’s been through so many changes. We’ve moved from one state to another and back, to different houses, going from grandma’s to home. She’s come out of it with the grace of a professional, and it’s always ceased to amaze me.
Did I fail to mention that she’s freakin’ gorgeous? Because I have never seen a more beautiful girl who is confident and polite (always to others).
When we were at my sister’s house, I had her take some professional pictures of her. Check them out for yourself.
Well, it’s here. As of today, I’ve officially been off for three weeks. In those three weeks, I’ve never been so busy. I’ve been cleaning the house (attempting, at least), going to the gym and the pool, cooking dinners and even dessert some times, hanging out with the kids and even a little travelling. I’ve also met friends for dinners and spent time catching up on my DVR.
The crazy part is that I’ve actually been enjoying it. Don’t get me wrong. I like working. I’ve always worked, and couldn’t NOT work. Since I had to not work this summer, this is the first time that I’ve ever had to be off due to circumstances beyond my control.
I guess the secret to me enjoying the summer is to keep my kids busy. They’re just like their father . He is not one to just sit still. They need to be engaged in activities to keep their attention, or they will tell me how bored they are and I might just want to rip my hair out.
I swear we accomplish more by 11 in the morning than anyone else does by 11 at night. I’m not sure if this is more for my sanity or their benefit, but it’s working. I also might take advantage of any free day care offered, the gym, grocery store. It’s helping.
My husband has been working overtime. I’m his positive encouragement to keep moving, because, ahem, no work equals no paycheck. Keep going, buddy!
I know when it’s time to go back to work, it will be a bittersweet event. I’ll be ready and not ready at the same time. I’ll just have to figure out a way to stay busy after school hours. I can totally do that!
I need to start taking more pictures. Maybe that can be my goal for the summer. Along with the gym, pool and cleaning.
I think I’m lucky. I have a great husband (seriously, don’t tell him that), my kids are awesome and we have jobs, a house, cars and all the stuff that comes with it. We work our butts off.
I’ve been feeling kind of sentimental lately. I don’t know what it is, but something in me has made me reflect on the past 13 years. Maybe it’s my oldest becoming a teenager and having to think about my life when she was born.
I didn’t always used to be so lucky. Don’t get me wrong. It’s just at that point, I didn’t see it as lucky. You see, I found out at the ripe-old age of 19 that I was going to be a mother. I was a thousand miles away from my family (Florida) and I ended up coming home to a horrible situation that I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. With the help of my parents and other members of my family, I came out on top.
I was a single mother for 6 years. In those 6 years, I completed my collegiate softball career, graduated from college, got my Master’s degree and raised a pretty unbelievable little girl. I probably did other stuff, but I can’t remember stuff like that.
I met my husband when my oldest was 6. They were buds at first sight. I didn’t realize what she was missing out on until the two of them formed that father-daughter bond. They are very alike. Stubborn, loving, difficult, good-hearted. So alike that they sometimes can’t see eye to eye at times. It’s getting better. She’s a teenager.
I look at the twins and realize that I am so fortunate to have found my husband. He is an amazing dad. I think that luck has nothing to do with it, because I know I’ve had enough “bad luck” to last me a long time. Who needs a 4 leaf clover? Not me, I’ve got my family.
But I’ve been really busy.
I hate to use that cop out, but it’s true. With the end of the school year looming, I’ve been trying really hard to stay focused. Then, I hurt my back, really bad, doing something that I should realize I’m just too old to do: playing basketball with teenagers. So there’s that.
I lost my summer job because they cut funding. Yep. Fun times. I’ve been dealing with so much lately that it’s been really hard to focus on one thing in particular.
I look to next Tuesday as the beginning of my craziest adventure yet: a stay-at-home mom. This will legitimately be the first summer that I’ve ever not worked. EVER. Like in 13 years, since the teen was just a pup. I started an internship when she was six weeks old. I’ve been plugging along ever since.
I’m not going to say it’s not going to be a struggle, because it probably will be. I’m going to try my hardest to NOT complain, but, well, I most likely will complain.
The twins are graduating from Pre-K tomorrow, so I expect to be an emotional nutcase for a few days. They are growing up way too fast. The teen is officially taller than me. Where did the time go?
BTW. My kids? Are experts at photo-bombing. They know exactly when to make the pirate face so that the moment is captured forever. So proud. So very proud. Thanks to our Disney trip, they also know the appropriate meaning of the term “Photo Bomb.” They totally embrace their abilities.