Remember Me?

My reasons for not posting sooner are seven-fold.  No, really.  Read on.

First of all, I have not worked in 14 years, and truth be told, it’s kicking my butt.  Not the work, exactly.  I can do the work.  And it’s not the stress of having Spike babysit the other two kids while I’m at work, even though he calls me about a bazillion times while I’m at work to find out if he can make turkey bacon or play “Go Go Gourmet” on the computer or because his sister is not listening to him.  Yeah, that’s not fun.  But I’m dealing with it.  It’s okay.  And it’s not all this extra money lying around.  (HA!  I tried to get through that with a straight face but it didn’t work!)  No, it’s the office politics thing.  I’m so not used to the office politics thing.  I should have expected it.  I should have prepared myself. (Is there a way to prepare??)  I should have seen it coming.  But I forgot.  Have I mentioned it’s been 14 years since I last worked outside the home???

Secondly… just one word.  FACEBOOK.  Are you all on there??  Do you get as obsessed as I do??  No, truthfully, I haven’t had much time to pour into my Facebook page yet, but I have been in contact with friends from my past and it’s been kinda fun.  I can’t wait until next week when I might have a little time to play around on there and figure out just how to do things.  Ooooh, and if you’re on Facebook, email me and let me know so I can be your friend!!!

Third.  My kids go back to school on Tuesday.  Usually, by this time, I can’t wait.  And I am excited that I will be able to work while they’re at school and I won’t have to pay Spike to watch his little brother and sister anymore.  But summer flew by much too fast.  I’m not ready for helping with homework.  I’m not ready for early mornings and making lunches.  I’m not ready to be done camping for the summer.  Blondie needs new shoes.  Spike needs new jeans.  Goo needs a little of everything.  They all need school supplies.  And I am running out of time.

The fourth reason I haven’t posted sooner is that despite the fact that there seems to be so much going on here right now, I couldn’t think of anything to write about!  Really, do you seriously want to hear about my new job and my boss and the other girl in my cubicle??  Do you want to hear about what a terrible mother I am because I realized yesterday that Goo hasn’t had a bath in a week?  Do you want to hear me whine about how I can’t seem to have any willpower and lose weight?  Are you interested in our game-system dilemma and how we can’t decide which one to buy for the kids?  Do you care that we had our pet snake “sexed” and we now know that Tiny is a girl?  Do I write about these things?  Are they good enough for a post?  Will you read them?

Okay, so it’s not seven-fold.  But seven-fold sounded better than four-fold.  But I’ll try harder.  I’ll write about all those things.  I’ll be here.  I’ll read your posts.  Promise.  After this weekend, that is.  This weekend, we’ll be camping.

Bringing Home the Bacon

I have a job.  Like, a real 25-hours a week, honest-to-goodness job!  I haven’t worked outside the home in fourteen years, since I was pregnant with Spike and my doctor put me on bedrest.  I worked my second day today, and I enjoyed it, actually.  It’s a lot to get used to.  I’m not accustomed to working to a deadline or having a boss or office politics or a staff lunchroom.  It’s all new to me.  But I actually feel, once again, like I have a mission.  Don’t get me wrong…I loved staying home full-time with my kids.  I loved being there for them 24/7.  And truthfully, I miss that a bit.  But at the same time, it’s nice to have people counting on me to do something all on my own.  It’s nice to accomplish something and think…there!!  I did it!  It’s nice to have an administrative assistant (I have one!!  Crazy, right???) that I can give all my grunt work to.  It’s just nice to be in an office again. 

My kids will all be in school full-time in the fall, and I will have a few days at work, with a day or two at home to get some stuff done there and to have some time to myself.  It’s really a perfect schedule for me, and I’m so excited for the opportunity.  But I will have less time for blogging and such.  You won’t see me as much.  I’ll still be reading.  I’ll still be writing when I can.  I’ll still be wondering what’s going on in all my blog-buddies’ lives.  I’ll still be here.  But until I get used to this whole job thing, I’m lying low for a bit.

But I’ll let you know when I bring home my first paycheck in fourteen years!!!  🙂

Conversation in the Car:

Spike ( age 13):  I still want to be a zoologist when I grow up, but I think I want to have my own show on Animal Planet.  Like Jeff Corwin.

Blondie (age 9):  Mom, do doctors get paid?  (to which I answered yes, they get paid quite a lot.) Then I think I want to be either a doctor, or a teacher.  Or maybe someone who works in the drive-thru at McDonald’s.

Goo (almost 5):  You know what I want to be when I grow up?  A policeman, or a construction worker, or a superhero, or an ice cream truck driver.


Yep, should be interesting to see what they study in college.