10 reasons I will never be a SAHM

10.  Mom, she's touching me.

9.   Mom, I'm Boared

8.  Staying up late, sleeping in.  Sounds good in theory, but it leaves me with much guilt.

7.  Mom, he's touching me.

6.  Mom, there is nothing to do.

5.  Pretzels for breakfast, McDonalds for lunch and snickers for a snack.  (I can't believe I let them do it, must be the guilt.

4.  Mom, I'm bored.

3.  Mom, she's touching me.

2.  Mom, Can I play my DS, (20 times a day).

1.  Mom, I'm Bored.

It really has been a good two weeks, but I am ready to go back to work.  Just wish it wasn't so far away.  13 hours is such a long commute:)  

I will probably not be blogging for a few weeks.  I am not taking a computer with me and I highly doubt they will like me blogging my first few weeks at my new job.  Guess I will have to find a library, quickly.

Just like her mother.

A little too casual.

I think I have taken this whole "moving to another state" a little too casually.   I am completely unprepared and I am leaving in two days.  It is not like I just found out I was leaving, hello, one should really get moving.  

The plan is that I will be back here the first week in August, when we will move the whole family. (That is if EB gets this job, otherwise it will just be the kids.)  That means I really only need to pack for three weeks.  So how many outfits do I really need for 3 weeks.  I mean, it is a new job and I want to make a good impression.  Normally I wear the same 7 outfits over and over again. Unfortunately, I don't fit into most of those outfits anymore.  Then there is the whole shoe issue.  I normally wear sandals, without hose, all summer.  I can't wear suits without hose and I can't wear hose with summer sandals, nor will they go with my suits.  Oh the dilemma.  Then how many shoes do I take.  I set aside 10 pair, now that I think about it, that sounds ridiculous.  

More importantly we really need to find a place to live, yes we do.

What have I done. Oh, what have I done.  

I think I may be having a little bit of a panic attack.  

This week I am really going to do something.

Last week was my first week of "technically" being unemployed for the first time in 12 years and probably only the second time since I was 16.  You would think that I would have accomplished many things during the week.  If you count staying up late and sleeping in accomplishing things, then I did.  Otherwise I didn't.  

I am now feeling a little bit of pressure.  I mean I have tons of documents to read for my new job. I have clothes to pack, bathrooms to clean, laundry to put away and a bazillion other things. 

I am going to meet a friend to play tennis in the morning, but I told her I couldn't go until 9, not sure I can make it up before then.

I did spend a little time trying to find a house today.  Boy am I going to miss my yard.  

Today I got a fabulous surprise.  A friend I hadn't seen in 3 years dropped by.  They didn't stay long, but they came by because they had heard through the grapevine that we were leaving.  Truly made my day.  

4 days until I depart.  EB has an interview on Friday, the day I am driving to our new city.  He is flying and will be there and back before I even get there.  Please pray that he gets this job, it would really be wonderful.  

Okay it is time to hit the hay.  

Politics and Religion

If you don't want to read about my soapbox, go Google something else.  

I love the 4th of July.  It is my favorite holiday. I know that may sound strange coming from a Christian, but it is the 4th of July that let's me worship when I want, where I want, and about what I want.  

I cry when they sing the Star Spangled Banner, honestly, nearly every time I hear it.  I love what it stands for.  I am honored that people fought and died for our right to live as we wish, even if I don't agree with how you live.  I don't get to judge, that is God's job.   

I love all the symbols of freedom that we use to honor this holiday.  I love fireworks, especially the loud ones that make your heart beat faster.  I love the American Flag, sparklers, picnics and parades.

We are so fortunate to live in this country.  I know there are so many things that could be better, but there are far more things that could be so much worse.  

PS.  Our rinky dinky little village of 2500 grew to many, many more last night as we watched an awesome fireworks display.  We are one of the very few towns that still put on a fireworks display for the 4th.  It is all funded by donations. What a great country we live in.  This will truly be one of the things I miss about this town.  

Time travel

Had I known time travel was so simple I might have tried it long ago.  

Today the kids and I wandered downtown to pick up some Thank You cards.  I was going to have EB pick some up at the big box store, but then I thought, "Hey, let's walk downtown and go to office supply store."  You know support the local establishments.  I mean we have lived here 12 years and I have never stepped foot into the office supply store, but this $5 purchase could help keep them in business .

Anyway, stepping into the office supply store, that is what they call it, was liking going back to 1983 and the Ben Franklin store on main street.  It is a small store with office supplies, craft supplies (quite a nice selection of yarn), shoe laces, for sale signs (definitely need those here), jewelry and my favorite, Rotex label maker labels.   I didn't see any label makers, but if you happened to have one at home, you could email me and I would go purchase you label tape in a wide variety of colors.  Or you could go to eBay and click on this auction and pick yourself up a lime green and robin's egg blue one.  There is even a faux wood label tape included.  

The whole store was filled with old crap vintage items like that.  Of course if you wanted to know the true color of anything you would have to scrape off the layers of dust.  

I don't know how they stay in business.  There didn't seem to be many things there that hadn't been there for 10 years.  I know that I am part of the problem that small town businesses face, but they do have to help themselves as well.  First, you need to be open more than M-F, 9-5. Let's face it, most of the world today has to work and they aren't working in this town.  Donate your old inventory to the schools, take a tax write off  and then update what you carry.  I am sure there are many more things you could do, but I guess what they are doing is working for them.

It isn't my style

Last night we went to another farewell meal with friends.  S is a dear friend.  We have different parenting styles.  Very different.  

I am completely over protective, I have rules and standards. I make them eat fruits and vegetables, go to bed at a decent time and I don't let them play with knives.   I know that, my friends know that and that is just the way it is.  I like to have fun and we do, really. Just yesterday I took them to McDonald's and a movie where we had pop and popcorn.   They have also had hotdogs for 7 out of their last 10 meals.  I really can't think about that too much or we will have to go on a detoxification plan.  

S is a free spirited, anything goes, kind of mother.  The kind of parent any child would probably love.  I could never survive in her world, but it works for her.  Unless of course I had massive doses of prozac.  I had to leave after a couple of hours there, I was getting jittery. 

Funny thing everyone survived.