My husband just put Lacey down for a nap, although now I am hearing nothing coming from the room. I am pretty sure he's sneaking in a quick nap too...
I ate breakfast at Rustica this morning. Coffee made by the cup, Lattes decorated with frothy hearts, vanilla steamers for the kids made with real vanilla bean, scones make with real vanilla bean, chocolate crossiants. Delish...
Mike is moving Jamba stores. He's moving from (no fun) mall life to (really fun) Whole Foods. This is happening March 1st...
In fact there are 2 new Whole Foods stores opening in the cities this year. One in Edina, near The Container Store, and one in Minnetonka off of 394/494 area, in case this sort of thing interests you...
Hair needs a cut BAD....
Hair needs highlights BAD...
We are so antsy to buy a house. All in good time, all in good time...
I don't like my Subaru Outback. I want a 4Runner. The outback is too hard to see.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
This past week.
There is something I find relaxing about the continual hum of life.
Right before I started work, I always said "I just can't wait until we are 2 weeks in." Well, we are 2 weeks in now and I am happy. Right where we need to be.
Sure I am exhausted. When it's 7:30 pm and I've been at work for 12 hours, my brain is fried, I feel like I'll never catch on, and I am feeling stabs of guilt because I haven't seen my kids, it sucks. Believe me, I've had a few near breakdowns at my desk.
But, when I get home at 8:30, pick out outfits for the next day, pack diaper bags, prep breakfast, coffee, and juice. Hop in the shower and get ready to do it again, I still look forward to it.
It's still worth it. I am not going to lie. It's a lot. A LOT. The adjustments are endless and the learning is continual, but as long as I am enjoying it, then it's worth it. It is so totally worth it.
(Oh, and I got my first paycheck at the beginning of last week. It was not only my first paycheck in almost 3 years, but it was the biggest paycheck OF MY WORKING LIFE. Good Lord, I was so happy. I think it only had 60 hours on it and no OT. I mean, come on, if I am going to be working these crazy hours, the least I can do is be getting paid well for it)!
Right before I started work, I always said "I just can't wait until we are 2 weeks in." Well, we are 2 weeks in now and I am happy. Right where we need to be.
Sure I am exhausted. When it's 7:30 pm and I've been at work for 12 hours, my brain is fried, I feel like I'll never catch on, and I am feeling stabs of guilt because I haven't seen my kids, it sucks. Believe me, I've had a few near breakdowns at my desk.
But, when I get home at 8:30, pick out outfits for the next day, pack diaper bags, prep breakfast, coffee, and juice. Hop in the shower and get ready to do it again, I still look forward to it.
It's still worth it. I am not going to lie. It's a lot. A LOT. The adjustments are endless and the learning is continual, but as long as I am enjoying it, then it's worth it. It is so totally worth it.
(Oh, and I got my first paycheck at the beginning of last week. It was not only my first paycheck in almost 3 years, but it was the biggest paycheck OF MY WORKING LIFE. Good Lord, I was so happy. I think it only had 60 hours on it and no OT. I mean, come on, if I am going to be working these crazy hours, the least I can do is be getting paid well for it)!
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
I was going to document my day yesterday....
But, it went something like this.
5:30 am- up
6:30 am- kids up
7:00 am- out the door
7:20 am- drop kids off
7:30 am at work
work, work, work.
7:30 pm- leave work
8:00 pm get home say hello and goodnight to the kids
9:00 pm watch Parenthood
10:00 pm- crash in bed
yep, a 12 hour day and it's not even February! We'll pick another day for A Day In January!
5:30 am- up
6:30 am- kids up
7:00 am- out the door
7:20 am- drop kids off
7:30 am at work
work, work, work.
7:30 pm- leave work
8:00 pm get home say hello and goodnight to the kids
9:00 pm watch Parenthood
10:00 pm- crash in bed
yep, a 12 hour day and it's not even February! We'll pick another day for A Day In January!
Saturday, January 15, 2011
well...we survived the first week of daycare.
I have a little secret to tell you...
I don't mind sending my kids to daycare one little bit.
There, I said it.
Last Tuesday marked the first day of daycare for our little ones. All of the stress of a new job, finding daycare, getting up early, and driving around the city at those crazy hours hasn't really been all that bad. I am SO happy that I waited a week after my job started to put them in daycare though...
I dropped them off at 7:30 on Tuesday, hugs and kisses from Lacey (who was beyond excited, but also a bit anxious), and tears from Miles (which was expected). I had no regrets. I love the lady watching them, so leaving your kids is MUCH easier when you like the person they are staying with.
No tears from me, just a smile on my face.
As the week wore on, we had more meltdowns from Lacey (who became more and more behind on sleep), and less meltdowns from Miles (who will actually fall asleep when we put him to bed earlier). By Friday we had no crying from Miles (!!), This was a big milestone that I didn't expect to hit until somewhere in week 3.
We are having a few other issues with Miles, that I am sure will clear up soon. First, He won't eat much at her house. He is seriously getting lighter by the day (okay, maybe not, and trust me, he could lose a few and it wouldn't hurt him). He comes home ravenous. Despite offering him endless foods, he doesn't seem to want to eat. He's a stubborn one he is. He is also having a hard time adjusting to not having Lacey as his one and only. We first noticed he might have a problem at Christmas, when their cousin Lauren would come over to play. Lacey and Lauren play, play, play, and Miles has a hard time sharing his sister with anyone else, even though they were more than willing to play with him (Lauren is only 5 months older than Miles). This seems to hold true here at daycare, Lacey is apparently playing hard with the other little girls, and Miles isn't used to being on his own, and finding his own friends to play with. He is still young, so playing "with" and opposed to "next to" other kids is a skill he hasn't completely gotten down, but he also has never had to try to find anyone to play with, so I think that is wearing on him too.
I'm sure it will pass. There are a lot of other little boys at daycare that will play with him, when he decides to get off his grumpy horse and play!
It is hard however, not seeing them all day. Truth be told I rarely think about what they are doing while I'm at work. However, when we have a meltdown at night, the guilt sets in. Not because I feel bad for working, but because they are doing such a great job being so tough through this transition. It's a lot to ask of a 1 year old and a 3 year old! I am really proud of my kids.
And then Friday, it had to go ahead and snow (again-- for the love, could it please not snow for 2 days?!), and it took us 2 hours to get home, so we weren't home until 7:00, and they were both in bed at 8:00. That kinda sucked.
I don't mind sending my kids to daycare one little bit.
There, I said it.
Last Tuesday marked the first day of daycare for our little ones. All of the stress of a new job, finding daycare, getting up early, and driving around the city at those crazy hours hasn't really been all that bad. I am SO happy that I waited a week after my job started to put them in daycare though...
I dropped them off at 7:30 on Tuesday, hugs and kisses from Lacey (who was beyond excited, but also a bit anxious), and tears from Miles (which was expected). I had no regrets. I love the lady watching them, so leaving your kids is MUCH easier when you like the person they are staying with.
No tears from me, just a smile on my face.
As the week wore on, we had more meltdowns from Lacey (who became more and more behind on sleep), and less meltdowns from Miles (who will actually fall asleep when we put him to bed earlier). By Friday we had no crying from Miles (!!), This was a big milestone that I didn't expect to hit until somewhere in week 3.
We are having a few other issues with Miles, that I am sure will clear up soon. First, He won't eat much at her house. He is seriously getting lighter by the day (okay, maybe not, and trust me, he could lose a few and it wouldn't hurt him). He comes home ravenous. Despite offering him endless foods, he doesn't seem to want to eat. He's a stubborn one he is. He is also having a hard time adjusting to not having Lacey as his one and only. We first noticed he might have a problem at Christmas, when their cousin Lauren would come over to play. Lacey and Lauren play, play, play, and Miles has a hard time sharing his sister with anyone else, even though they were more than willing to play with him (Lauren is only 5 months older than Miles). This seems to hold true here at daycare, Lacey is apparently playing hard with the other little girls, and Miles isn't used to being on his own, and finding his own friends to play with. He is still young, so playing "with" and opposed to "next to" other kids is a skill he hasn't completely gotten down, but he also has never had to try to find anyone to play with, so I think that is wearing on him too.
I'm sure it will pass. There are a lot of other little boys at daycare that will play with him, when he decides to get off his grumpy horse and play!
It is hard however, not seeing them all day. Truth be told I rarely think about what they are doing while I'm at work. However, when we have a meltdown at night, the guilt sets in. Not because I feel bad for working, but because they are doing such a great job being so tough through this transition. It's a lot to ask of a 1 year old and a 3 year old! I am really proud of my kids.
And then Friday, it had to go ahead and snow (again-- for the love, could it please not snow for 2 days?!), and it took us 2 hours to get home, so we weren't home until 7:00, and they were both in bed at 8:00. That kinda sucked.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
The first few days...
I LOVE IT.
I really love the job, and I work with some really great, really nice people.
However, I am pooped. Oh.my.gosh. Completely exhausted. My body is definitely out of the regular work time.
And I miss the kids like crazy during the day. (Although the first day was the worst, it is getting better).
I may not have much time for "social media" type things in the next few months. When I am not at work I will be spending some very important quality time with my husband and kiddos. And when I am doing neither of those things I will be lounging on the couch or sleeping : )
I really love the job, and I work with some really great, really nice people.
However, I am pooped. Oh.my.gosh. Completely exhausted. My body is definitely out of the regular work time.
And I miss the kids like crazy during the day. (Although the first day was the worst, it is getting better).
I may not have much time for "social media" type things in the next few months. When I am not at work I will be spending some very important quality time with my husband and kiddos. And when I am doing neither of those things I will be lounging on the couch or sleeping : )
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
the eve of work.
Last day at home. Lots of mixed feelings. I stared at Miles today while he was eating a snack and thought about how much I would miss him and how sad that was going to be.
Then I was at REI, chasing Miles around the store, fielding 475 questions from Lacey, and fighting with them to put their coats on. I thought about how I am not really going to miss moments like this, except that I probably will. I'll miss them in a new way.
Our schedules will look a bit different from here on out, but it's going to be good. We'll all do great, and we'll adjust just fine. I'll miss out on some things, but I feel so blessed to have been able to spend the last 3 years at home.
I always hope that I remember this. I am not an Accountant who is also a mother. I am a mother who just happens to be an Accountant. What I have learned is that being a mother in and of itself is more than enough. It is a title I wear with pride, and always will.
Then I was at REI, chasing Miles around the store, fielding 475 questions from Lacey, and fighting with them to put their coats on. I thought about how I am not really going to miss moments like this, except that I probably will. I'll miss them in a new way.
Our schedules will look a bit different from here on out, but it's going to be good. We'll all do great, and we'll adjust just fine. I'll miss out on some things, but I feel so blessed to have been able to spend the last 3 years at home.
I always hope that I remember this. I am not an Accountant who is also a mother. I am a mother who just happens to be an Accountant. What I have learned is that being a mother in and of itself is more than enough. It is a title I wear with pride, and always will.
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