Every so often I consider getting a job. there are benefits, like, say, money, but then there are so many icky things to consider. Like waking up in the morning. (I will come back to that) I would have to either find a job that lets me be home when the kids are, or quit and find new jobs every summer, cus I am NOT gonna get a babysitter.
butttt. Mainly the morning thing bugs me. take for example, the otehr day i had an 11;45 chiro appointment, I woke up at 8:30 am, which one would think is plenty of time, but I was hard pressed to get myself out the door on time.
How do people get up and going in the morning anyway? My husband is up and pout the door by 630 every morning - except fridays, when he is out the door by 4 am.
Dunno. Might be worth my time to actually go see how many places will let me work 9-3... I DO like money....
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Thursday, August 05, 2010
Back to School
The boys don't head back to school until the end of August, but Saturday we will have to start the dreaded back to school shopping.
The worst of it is not the shopping, its the labeling every stupid little thing. Every crayon, every marker, every pencil and eraser MUST be labeled. Times three. I hate it!
Actually, except when I can't find a particular item, becuase the school is anal about brands and types of supplies we send with the kids, so except for when I cannot find a particular type of crayon or whatever, I rather enjoy shopping for their supplies. I live the shoe shopping LMAO - I'm sure that doesn't shock anyone! I love helping them pick out the outfit they will wear to school that first day, i love piling the papers and pens into the cart and teasing the kids about going back. I even like waiting for the store to print out my seven mile long receipt with their epson receipt printer, and pretending to be upset about how much everything cost!
But the labeling - and the fact I actually have to send them off to school - those two things bug me.
Sigh.
We still have two and a half weeks or so, and a vacation planned during that time, so I should keep my chin up, and enjoy the time we have left, even if I DO have to start the shopping on Saturday!
(the following photos are of Logan and Blake - we went to a rodeo on the weekend, and let them ride sheep!)
The worst of it is not the shopping, its the labeling every stupid little thing. Every crayon, every marker, every pencil and eraser MUST be labeled. Times three. I hate it!
Actually, except when I can't find a particular item, becuase the school is anal about brands and types of supplies we send with the kids, so except for when I cannot find a particular type of crayon or whatever, I rather enjoy shopping for their supplies. I live the shoe shopping LMAO - I'm sure that doesn't shock anyone! I love helping them pick out the outfit they will wear to school that first day, i love piling the papers and pens into the cart and teasing the kids about going back. I even like waiting for the store to print out my seven mile long receipt with their epson receipt printer, and pretending to be upset about how much everything cost!
But the labeling - and the fact I actually have to send them off to school - those two things bug me.
Sigh.
We still have two and a half weeks or so, and a vacation planned during that time, so I should keep my chin up, and enjoy the time we have left, even if I DO have to start the shopping on Saturday!
(the following photos are of Logan and Blake - we went to a rodeo on the weekend, and let them ride sheep!)
Eight is a very old age you know
My ten year old is starting to get zits (little ones) MUST have a shower every night (M.U.S.T) because of The Stank. He is concerned about his hair and has started noticing brand names on clothes.
But he is ten, nearly 11 (October) so that's normal.
What is not normal is my eight year old insisting I sniff his pits 'cus he *thinks* they might smell, checking his chest for hairs and asking me how to get rid of blackheads when his skin is clear as can be.
I HATE that he is in such a hurry to grow up! One day he is dressing in a ninja suit and crying when our spoiled puppy chews one of his toys, then next he is talking about getting a job and what kind of house he will live in when he moves out!
I know he is doing it becuase he sees his brother growing up and wants to be more like him, but, please, someone tell him that it's better to be little...for my sake?
But he is ten, nearly 11 (October) so that's normal.
What is not normal is my eight year old insisting I sniff his pits 'cus he *thinks* they might smell, checking his chest for hairs and asking me how to get rid of blackheads when his skin is clear as can be.
I HATE that he is in such a hurry to grow up! One day he is dressing in a ninja suit and crying when our spoiled puppy chews one of his toys, then next he is talking about getting a job and what kind of house he will live in when he moves out!
I know he is doing it becuase he sees his brother growing up and wants to be more like him, but, please, someone tell him that it's better to be little...for my sake?
Spoiled
This is Samantha's new bed. If you think it looks like a doll bed, you would be correct, it is. I figured that if Sammi did not like it, I could give it to one of my nieces, but Sam hopped on it the moment it was unpacked - she knew it was for her!
Sam is a tad spoiled :D Can you tell?
She has a whole wardrobe, her car bed, her kennel - she sleeps in her kennel at night - and her kennel has its own bed, this new bed for lounging in the living room when I am online, she has a custom bag that I can carry her in (yes, like a purse dog) and even has several bows for her ears!
Thank Socks for cheap car insurance and ebay!
Sam is sooooo spoiled that I spent 86 million (fake coins) in an online game, an auction, so that she could be a rare prize to be won (Her photo, not herself LOL)
It will, I am guessing, be at LEAST a few weeks, if not months before the pictures will be ready, but when they come out, I will be sure to post them! They are taking pictures we submit and having them redrawn into a cartoon like graphic for the board.
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