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Orders to...
...who knows?! We’ve only been through one round now and we still don’t know if Joe was picked up for them. But goodness the stress is mounting!! They’ve been talking about CAPing and that has me even more anxious. Where will we be in a year? Where will we go? Will we even have to leave? I hope not. But that would be a little exciting if we did. So many mixed emotions!
What to do what to do?! When you find yourself at a crossroads between make a living and be passionate about your career and what you do all day...UGH
When you see your boss’ name in your email and your blood pressure raises...you know there is a problem!
Parent of a Middle Schooler
I don’t quiet know how I feel about this...my oldest son, currently 11 years old (11 and a half if you ask him) has been promoted to middle school. I’m very excited for him!
Next school year he gets to have a locker, bells, different teachers, orchestra every day, a gym uniform, gym every day, school sports teams to cheer on. It’s all very exciting for him!
But for me. For me...it’s awful! He’s not only testing the waters and gaining an attitude. Thinks that he’s making jokes but it’s inappropriate and he thinks I don’t think he’s funny. He’s growing up WAY too fast and I’m struggling with it. I know that that first day of 6th grade, I’ll cry. I’ll probably hold him longer and tighter than he’d like. But I don’t care. He’s still a baby to me. He’s still the boy that made me a mom. He’s been the only constant in my life for over 11 years now. And for that...I will love him and hold him like he’s still a baby going to daycare for the first time.
I know I know
I’m awful at consistency...
See diet.
See exercise.
Anyways, I’m going to try to be consistent. I’m going to try to find make the time to write. I find writing therapeutic so I should make the time for it. I don’t even care if anyone reads it. it’s for me.
I’m sitting at Gate A8 two hours before my flight leaves and I’m not sure how I feel. I feel...nervous, excited, scared, anxious (yes there is a difference)...
What if I miss a flight? What if my phone dies? What if I get a headache? What if my carry-on isn’t accepted? What if the hotel reservation isn’t correct? What if my meeting tomorrow doesn’t go well? What if I’m not prepared enough? What if my presence is a complete waste? What if they want me back? What if I need to spend more time there? What if I’ve completely screwed myself over? What if my flight has turbulence?
When did I become such a worry wart? (Is it worry wort or worry wart??)
Oh well...I need to get over it. I need to suck it up and be an adult. If I forgot something, if I am not prepared...shit happens. Right?
Day 6 and we’re down 12 lbs together. How awesome is that?!?!
It’s been awhile
Since I’ve been on here.
Guess I got busy and kind of lost touch with this platform of communication.
How’s everyone doing....We’re great! Dropping lbs and inches! Feeling great! Looking better each day! Sleeping well.
We couldn’t ask for anything more but to share it with others!
I think I'm starting a bad habit with Harry. He was sleeping so great but I ordered a zippadee zip and I think he's not ready for it. I'm going to order a larger size swaddle pod:(
Spent the evening reading through the blog my hubby wrote while he was in Bahrain for a year. So many great posts, awesome feelings, awful tears, and laughter. I love his writing.
Also, why is it that the only friends I can seem to make are no where near me....
I really like writing. About something in particular or nothing specific. I like giving advice. I think I have a wealth of knowledge and experiences. But sometimes I don’t know what to do with it all.
There are 5 stalls. I chose the first one, closest to the wall. You had 4 other stalls to choose from....and you go directly to the one next to me..... WTF?!?!
Harrison slept through the night again!! He ate at 7 pm and was in bed by 8. I had to wake him this morning at 5:40.
Why won’t my dog pee for me?!?! Sometimes that pup really pisses me off. I was doing so good on time this morning! I was in such a great mood! Harrison slept from 8:30 pm until 5:30 am this morning. It was going great! Then...a storm created a lake in my backyard and the dog couldn’t be let out, he had to be walked. After 15 minutes outside with him, he still wouldn’t pee. grrrrr
I have moments, not even days, when I think I could live my life without female friends. Moments where I think that I don’t need anything else but my husband and my boys. And moments where I feel so alone that I could scream. My husband is amazing and we have a great marriage. I’m very happy! But, I lack female companionship. I work nearly alone. I am not close with my neighbors. And the girlfriends that I’ve had in the past, we aren’t close and hardly talk. Female friends are difficult to maintain. At least for me. I try to be the friend I want. The one that texts and calls just to say hi or to tell a funny story. The one that wants to get together, have coffee, and talk about the never ending pile of laundry. The friend that you can call when you need a last minute sitter for your kids or pets. But, I can’t seem to find the same quality of friends. Friendships take work, but why am I the one that’s still friendless?
I wish I had the patience, skill, and time (I know I could make the time...but there are so many other things that require my attention) to paint my nails. I get a pedicure about once a month because it’s the one thing that I do that’s high maintenance. But I never get manicures because it’s money and I make excuses for why I don’t want to pay someone to paint my nails which will only stay pretty for a couple of days before I get a chip in them.
Sometimes I think I have so much to say that I just couldn’t seem to say it all before it’s just a big jumbled mess. I have such random thoughts that writing a chronological story is SUPER difficult for me.
I want to start collecting these #randomthoughts here.
I have a job that I appreciate. Very much. It pays for the house I love in a neighborhood where my son can ride his bike without me fearing someone hitting him, someone snatching him, and neighbors that look out for each other. But there are days that I am so bored, don’t feel appreciated, can’t get answers, and wonder if it will ever get better. I wonder if school actually benefit me. I wonder if I’ll ever make more money. I wonder if I’ll ever get the respect I deserve.