Category: Life-condensed
Taking Off Early … For a Change …
I’m HOME!! I left work at 1:00 p.m. today (we didn’t have any doctors and I have everything “pretty” much caught up) and OMG … it feels so good to take an afternoon off!
This does not happen very often, but I’m going to try and make it happen at least once a month, if possible, because it does wonders for the morale!!
I came home to find both boys looking rough and beds unmade. I hate that I’m not around to whip their butts into gear, but oh well, they’ll have to learn they can’t sit around and be lazy all day soon enough. I’m taking Jazz out to buy some clothes. I haven’t bought the boys clothes in, oh gosh, over two years? And I know Jazz is only down to one pair of jeans that fit him now and I think he rotates about three t-shirts now – everything else is too small.
I told Dude a long time ago if he needed new clothes, he would have to get a job and pay for them himself. Of course, knowing Dude, he couldn’t care less and will likely wear his clothes until they literally disintegrate on his body.
I need to buy more body lotion (I LOVE shopping for body lotion) and pick up my 5K packet today, too – the Girls Just Wanna Run 5K is tomorrow morning, so I GUESS it’s not “technically” a day off since I’m running errands, but STILL ….
I’M SO HAPPY TO BE OFF WORK!! I know that sounds so silly, and taking off four hours early is not that big of a deal, and yet, it FEELS like a big deal and … FREEDOM!!
I have a lot of website work ahead of me this weekend so I feel like I’m playing hooky by taking off early.
Yep. I’m going to have to do this more often.
Girls Just Wanna Run …
… or walk in my case because I don’t want to have knee surgery when I’m in my 50’s … or in other words, in a few years!!!
Yep. I’m doing another 5K next Saturday. It’s for women only (do they have a men’s only walk/run? Why not? Fair is fair).
I haven’t told anyone at work I’m doing this 5K. I don’t want to have walk with anyone. I just want to listen to my music and walk/jog at my own pace.
I know. I’m so anti-social it’s not even funny.
ADDED: Sorry. I guess I should give ya’ll the link if you’re in the Springfield MO area and want to participate … CLICK HERE if you want to run, yo. Just don’t look for me. (*kidding!*)
My Oldest Son’s Sleep Schedule …
And he wonders why he’s tired all the time??
But I can’t tell him anything, because I’m stupid and MOM and don’t know a damn thing.
I guess he’ll have to figure this sleep thing out on his own.
(To be fair, I used to do the SAME THING when I was his age. It wasn’t until I married an early bird and would have fights over the fact that I slept in until 10:00 a.m. and then I had kids and was FORCED to get up early to take care of them that I finally broke the cycle).
Someone Else Picked Out Our Fireworks, We Just Paid for Them
That’s assuming we can shoot off fireworks. It’s been so hot and dry here that Nixa has a burn ban. Which means, they are not allowing people to shoot off fireworks for fear a spark will start a city-wide fire.
We usually go to my in-laws’ house for 4th of July. They live on the outskirts of Nixa, so I’m hoping the burn ban does not apply to them. My MIL said she would water down her grass, but you know how fireworks are – you can’t exactly control where they’re going to go and HELLO NEIGHBORS! Meet our sparks.
We bought our fireworks this way, this year, because last year, when we were over at my in-laws, we noticed that we had a lot of the same fireworks and believe it or not, watching two boxes full of the same fireworks over and over again, gets boring. So. My MIL suggested we collaborate this year and we all met at a firework’s tent in Ozark and instead of debating over which ones we thought would be the best for our money, Kevin simply asked the heavily tattooed woman behind the boxes, “Which ones do you recommend?” Which sort of morphed into, “here’s how much we want to pay, just fill a box with your recommendations and we’ll be good to go.”
Excuse me??
Normally, the thought of someone else spending our money annoys me, but honestly? They’re fireworks. They all explode and go BOOM. I didn’t care. PLUS? If you haven’t heard, we are having one hell of a hot/dry summer and it was a “cool” (seriously, it FELT cool because we’ve been so used to temps over 100 this past week) 92 degrees and I was having a hot flash that only compounded my misery so I was ready to get the hell out of dodge.
(I’ve been saying hell a lot – my apologizes. I go through spurts).
So, the heavily tattooed (and sort of scary-looking woman) filled our box up with all sorts of large-ish containers and the boys filled an arm basket full of smaller stuff and we split the cost with my in-laws and I’m quite convinced this will likely be the best 4th of July fireworks display we’ve ever had.
Because who knows fireworks better than a heavily-tattooed woman who works/owns a fireworks tent?
Exactly.
I was going to take a picture of the fireworks box that was put together for us, but it was quickly loaded into the back of my in-laws’ car and I won’t see it again until the fourth.
If I remember, I’ll try and take pictures of whatever the scary heavily-tattooed woman chose for us and give you a brief critique … don’t even deny you’re not excited about this.
One thing I’M excited about? We bought some of those funky Sky Lantern things that float FOREVER and look like UFO’s in the sky.
Sweet. Nothing like freaking people out now and again.
Kevin is Taking Jazz to Get His Driver’s License Today
I feel so guilty!!!! I took Dude to take his driver’s test and I’m not available to take Jazz.
It’s just one more peg in my guilt wheel. I think I might have gone back to work too soon. Maybe I should have waited for my youngest to graduate from high school first.
I miss this moments!!!
I will be anxiously waiting to hear how it goes today.
Send positive thoughts, ya’ll!
So Many Thoughts …
… so many stories, events, and ideas … and no time to write them down.
I’m starting to resent this job and how much time and energy it sucks out of me every day. I still haven’t found my new normal – after NINE months. I’ve had this job now for NINE months and I’m STILL struggling. I like this job, but is it really worth stressing this much over so little pay?? Is it really worth missing out on life’s little moments??
I’m close. I’m close to finding my new normal. I’m not as tired as I was, but still, it patiently waits to pounce just as I get home, have dinner with my family and settle at my computer to write down my thoughts or what happened that day.
It’s like someone is dangling my creativity in front of my face by a fishing line and just when I reach out to grab it, that entity, that something, yanks it out of reach.
I miss writing. I miss blogging. I miss reading. I miss the long days of laughing at my husband as he tries not to spy on me at his office. (I used to share his office space with him until I got this job).
Is it worth it?
Really?
I’m beginning to wonder.
Excuse me. I have to go. I don’t want to be late to work.
*sigh*
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