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I'm writing because midwinter told me to.
I did this dumb thing today where I sat and figured out when I can take time off -- like added up how many hours I'd accrue by a certain time, juggled the personal, holidays and annual time. It was sort of depressing. I used to be able to just take time off whenever I wanted because I had bucket loads. But then I had a kid and I didn't have the heart to take her to the babysitter's or school every single day and suddenly I have no time. I was running negative there for a bit this summer. It sucks.
Jesse is right now packing for his long weekend away with his dad and friends backpacking. They're going to southern Virginia to a cabin in the woods. I'm preparing by lining up entertainment for Eve for four days. Friday I've bribed Jesse's niece to come babysit for a couple hours while I go drift around B&N with my $25 gift card. I bribed her with making her a home cooked meal. She lives at home, but what with her mother's belly dancing and her stepfather's marathons, there's either nothing worthwhile to eat in the house or no one to show her how to make it.
Other things -- I didn't get that job AGAIN. Seriously, kick me now.
I wrote a book and sent it off to be judged by some people in Texas for a contest. It won't get far, but I finished it, and that felt good. I'm going to have to cough up $500 soon so I can attend a conference in July.
In the meantime, I have to plan a "pretty pink princess party" for Eve's fourth which is happening in 23 days. For her actual birthday I'm using my furlough day and taking the day off so we can eat lunch somewhere kid friendly and go to Build-a-Bear.
I am the mother I always wanted.
I have to go upstairs now. Eve is demanding a drink of water. Yes, she is big enough to get out of bed and go get it herself, even tall enough to turn lights on and off, but apparently she's incapable. Blargh.
I did this dumb thing today where I sat and figured out when I can take time off -- like added up how many hours I'd accrue by a certain time, juggled the personal, holidays and annual time. It was sort of depressing. I used to be able to just take time off whenever I wanted because I had bucket loads. But then I had a kid and I didn't have the heart to take her to the babysitter's or school every single day and suddenly I have no time. I was running negative there for a bit this summer. It sucks.
Jesse is right now packing for his long weekend away with his dad and friends backpacking. They're going to southern Virginia to a cabin in the woods. I'm preparing by lining up entertainment for Eve for four days. Friday I've bribed Jesse's niece to come babysit for a couple hours while I go drift around B&N with my $25 gift card. I bribed her with making her a home cooked meal. She lives at home, but what with her mother's belly dancing and her stepfather's marathons, there's either nothing worthwhile to eat in the house or no one to show her how to make it.
Other things -- I didn't get that job AGAIN. Seriously, kick me now.
I wrote a book and sent it off to be judged by some people in Texas for a contest. It won't get far, but I finished it, and that felt good. I'm going to have to cough up $500 soon so I can attend a conference in July.
In the meantime, I have to plan a "pretty pink princess party" for Eve's fourth which is happening in 23 days. For her actual birthday I'm using my furlough day and taking the day off so we can eat lunch somewhere kid friendly and go to Build-a-Bear.
I am the mother I always wanted.
I have to go upstairs now. Eve is demanding a drink of water. Yes, she is big enough to get out of bed and go get it herself, even tall enough to turn lights on and off, but apparently she's incapable. Blargh.