Growing up the only child of a single mom there was no end to the amount of chores I learned to do. Laundry, cooking dinner for myself at age 12 while my mom worked the night shift at the hospital, and mowing the lawn were just a few of the things I became comfortable with as a kid. Without a man in the house there was no other option---if it had to be done we needed to do it ourselves.
If you've had a hospital birth in the last 20 years on the day you checked out (after delivering your precious bundle) you were probably equipped with a slew of free diapers, receiving blankets, and infant formula to begin your journey into motherhood.
After my first son was born I remember thinking "Wow look at all this great free stuff. I won't have to buy diapers for a month!" I obviously had no idea that one package of newborn diapers would only keep my little ones' ass clean for about 4 days. Where DOES all that poop come from?
Having raised 2 boys already, I thought I was fully prepared for the normal developmental milestones that would occur with my 9 month old baby Nolan. You know cute stuff like clapping his hands while watching his 5 year old brother stand on his head, waving good-bye to Daddy (with both hands) when he leaves for work, cruising along the couch to reach his favorite toy, and dive-bombing head-first into his crib while standing on the edge of our bed. What, that's not normal?
Last week I mentioned that I was going on my first real job interview in nearly 2, make that 3, years. And when I say "real job" I mean one that doesn't require me to make margaritas or serve various kinds of fried foods.
See, my family and I are going through a bit of a transition period. A few months back my husband's boss, of 5 years, told him that by the end of the year he would be selling his house (which doubles as their office). He and his wife were ready to move back to NJ -- God only knows why anyone would choose to live in NJ, but I digress.
So a HUGE thanks to everyone who voted via the poll and on my Facebook page for which outfit I should wear to my interview. It was a close race between number 2 & 3, but after careful tabulation the winner was...
A few weeks ago I made a snarky comment about mothers who are all sad and weepy at the thought of sending their children off to Kindergarten. Well...God don't like snarky.
Tonight after implementing the much missed school night routine, I found myself having peculiar feelings.
I don't know if ya'll noticed, but...I kinda abandoned my blog this summer. I posted twice in August, and July was only slightly less pathetic with a staggering 3 blogs. The truth is, it's been a flippin busy summer, and on days when it's 75 degrees out and the sun is shining, the last thing I want to do is sit with my hot netbook on my lap and pound away at the keys.
