To Whom it May Concern:
I would like a day off.
The moody pregnant one.
To Whom it May Concern:
I would like a day off.
The moody pregnant one.
He has a job!!!!!!!!!!!!
He starts Monday next week!!!!!
He had a job interview today and it went fantastic!!!
Monday at 10am is the official offer. It’s local and it is so much of what he needs. Finally someone has seen that he has talent and that he knows his stuff.
My awesome big little brother and his awesome girlfriend are here. They babysat the kids while we went out on a date courtesy of him.
The last time we went out on a date was ummm, yeah it’s been years. I promise that is not an exageration. It was nice to sit and eat without having to share and to talk without distraction.
We ate too much and had plenty to bring home to share.
A check came in the mail for us today and one came in the mail Thursday as well.
Friends are still supplying us with produce and this week we will have homemade bread in our food box.
It has been a long 3weeks.
Thank you for all your prayers and positive thoughts. I appreciate that you all didn’t bail during my negativity.
Be blessed for you are all a blessing to me!!
Drum roll please……………
Heaven help me I am out of names!!
She is healthy and growing well.
Her oldest big sister is excited
Her second oldest sister will likely try to find a boy we can adopt.
Dad is already planning his sound proof room.
My to do list didn’t quite get done. I took jessyjam’s advice and let some of it slide. I had to because when I got started I realized that I was really wiped out from being sick.
So I got some laundry done and our bedroom is almost clean. The kitchen was worked on and the bigs got the living room picked up. The living room shouldn’t really be on the list though, it is an everyday thing.
Our ultrasound is today. I will either update this afternoon when I get back or tomorrow.
No call from Utah.
A call back from the local company he had two interviews with.
“I’m sorry to inform you that you are overqualified for the position.”
The Oregon people just disappeared. He emailed the first guy he talked to and he called back but nothing since then.
It would just be nice if either company(Utah included) would just call to say thanks but we went another direction. It would stink but it wouldn’t leave us wondering.
He has an interview Friday with a landscaping company here in town. They weren’t hiring, he just sent his resume in and the owner wants to meet with him.
We really need something to happen because he is starting to hit the depressed phase.
He applied for more jobs on line last night. He has tons of resumes out across the country and not just his is field.
We finally qualified for food stamps. We will have those next week sometime.
My brother will be here sometime on Thrusday so I have time to accomplish some more things on my list. I am feeling stronger today but I will still not over do it.
I think it should be a rule that moms can’t get stomach viruses. I came home from our appointment yesterday not feeling well. Went to bed and was there until this morning. Got sick once and didn’t start feeling better until 5am.
No ultrasound yesterday. It is tomorrow at 3:30pm
No call from Utah. I think he will call in a couple of hours just to touch base.
I have a boat load of things to do today because I misread my calendar. I thought next weekend was Easter and that would mean my brother was coming next week Wed. Well Easter is THIS weekend(duh) and he will be here tomorrow sometime or Thursday. Either way I have a boat load of things to get done before he gets here.
Wish me luck!!
Yesterday was interesting.
We were all moody and the bigs wound up yelling at each other. Not an often common occurence but I knew it was going to happen because we all just felt blah.
I was zoned, Jorry was sick and we were just blah.
Then close to 5pm the phone rings and it is an out of state call.
They ask for Jorry and he talks with this guy for over an hour.
During that hour this is what happened with me:
The older kids were outside playing and Ace wanted to as well. I had to convince her that playing inside with mommy was way more fun and she bought it for a little while. Emi came back in and started playing with us. Then the bigs stormed in and were mad at each other. CC explains to me that Aly gets mad at her because she can’t pitch the softball as well as Aly would like. My response was “It’s hard to play with someone who is critical. The way I see it you have 3 choices. 1. Play with her knowing how she is and learn to ignore it. 2. Let her know ahead of time that you do the best you can, you don’t like the negative comments and if they continue then you will have to quit playing. 3. Don’t play with her at all.
As I was ending my great motherly insight lecture Emi says in a very desperate voice “Mommy I CAN”T read a book because I am going to grow-up on the floor. Translation of grow-up is THROW UP!! And she was right! I jumped up so fast that I walked out of my slippers, grabbed her and got her to the bathroom. But, not before she sprayed the carpet, part of the toy basket and the floor of the bathroom. I almost slipped and fell but recovered quite nicely for a 5month pregnant woman carrying a 30lb toddler.
Meanwhile Ace is crying and will not be consoled by CC. So while getting Emi clean clothes I have CC take Ace to Aly’s room thinking a change of scenery will help. Nope, I can hear them trying to entertain her while she is crying. Jorry is still on the phone.
I am steadily getting the mess cleaned up and realize that the bottom of my jeans are wet and I realize why and become grossed out and promptly remove them. Of course I can’t find any other pants at the moment so I finish my job and am getting the rest of the floor cleaned up when my husband comes out of the bedroom. I’m thinking to myself that I am thankful for the miniblinds on the back windows and that the conversation had better at least offer a small hope for a job. After my last hour of mothering I need something positive!
So the call was from a company in Utah. Jorry thought it went well. The guy that called was just coming to the office to pick up some things and he saw Jorry’s resume and decided to call him. It sounds like there might be a chance of a follow up interview call. He did tell Jorry that they are interviewing a local guy today but felt that Jorry was more qualified for the position. He asked Jorry where he needed to be salary wise and also mentioned moving expenses. He will call back today and let Jorry know either way about the job.
I spent a lot of time online last night looking at rental homes and reading about the area. If we have to move I wouldn’t mind moving there, even though they get a lot more snow than we do here. So I am anxious for the phone call today and I am trying not to get my hopes up but last night was the first time since all of this happened that I felt optimistic about the opportunity.
I am now off to wake Jorry up for little duty so I can get ready for my appointment with my back up OB. I have to meet him and I am hoping beyond all hope that he will schedule my U/S for today since it is a 2hour trip one way. Prayers and thoughts for both the job and for being able to have an ultrasound today would be greatly appreciated!!
Ace slept like her old self last night!!
Woo hooo!! I’ll take it even if it is only one night.
Job interview on Tuesday in Ohio. I’m not holding my breath. I will have to call and see if I can reschedule our appt. for food stamps. I’m not holding my breath for that either.
More resumes went out. I think that makes somewhere in the 50 range.
I got the supply closet organized yesterday. I also sent a load of stuff to Good Will.
The trunk area of the van was packed full. It felt good to declutter and get rid of things that I had for really no reason other than I *might* need them one day.
I hope to tackle our other bedroom closet today.
Maybe I will have time to fill the empty photo album I have with pictures from years ago.
Found some old letters that my dad had written to me. A few from ’86 and ’87 when we was on the USS Missouri. During that tour he spent Christmas in Australia. It was also the year of my 13th birthday. He made me a homemade card because the ship’s store didn’t have any cards in it at the time.
Other letters were when I went to live with my grandparents.Several of the letters referenced secret mad money he sent. I don’t remember it, I wish I did. Just one more way that I know he loved me because money was so tight then.
I cried and then I tucked the letters back in their spot and went about my business.
I hate the emptiness that is there.
Ace is 16months and we are a nursing duo. When she was born into this world in the comfort of her own home she latched on about 30min after she was born and from that moment she was all business when it came to eating. She would nurse both sides and then be fine for the next 3hours. This was a huge difference from Emi who would nurse every two hours and sometimes in between that and at night it was almost constant. So when Ace slept for 3hours straight from birth it took a lot of adjusment on my part. I would wake up and wonder if I should wake her. In my case the answer was “Don’t wake a sleeing baby”
She was/is not a comfort nurser. If she gets hurt she doesn’t want to nurse she just wants to be held. When she nursed she was sweet and I loved looking at her. She likes to play with my hair and that doesn’t bother me. When she was done she was off to play.
Then in Nov. things started changing when she started working on her first year molars. I knew the signs, I had another nurser and had gone through this before. Well it is now March and the teething has.not.let.up! She got her molars top and bottom on the left side, then the right, and then as they were coming in so were TWO bottom teeth,followed by TWO more top teeth and now the eye teeth are coming in!!
Day time has changed. Now she is going through a hitting phase, or she rubs her hands over me and it tickles and I can’t stand the way it feels. I often have to end the nursing session because she is just goofing around. I know it’s all developmental but I miss how sweet she used to be when she nursed.
Night time is where I begin to loose my sanity. She will nurse constantly if I don’t implement boundries and sometimes even when I do she still insists. I miss my nurse, let go, sleep for 3hours nursling. I want her back!!!!
She isn’t ready for full nighttime weaning at this point. I have implemented counting to 10 and sometimes she lets go by the time I get to 5 and sometimes she doesn’t let go until I have counted to 10 3times. In a couple of months I will start talking about Mr. Sun going to bed and that means nursees have gone to bed too and she can nurse again when Mr. Sun comes up. I plan to have her night weaned before the baby arrives because I don’t want to tandem night nurse a second time. I did that for 6months, would prefer no to do it again.
I hope that after her teeth finish coming in that she reverts back to her sweet nursing self.
This pregnant mama needs some good sleep!
Since he was discharged from his job any unemployment could take up to 8weeks to even begin coming our way.
The job that we were supposed to hear about today said to call back Wednesday.
He was told he would get an email from Oregon today and so far notta. We don’t think it will be anything we would move for. I’m just curious.
He left a message for the guy in Ohio but no call from him. Jorry will call tomorrow night just to touch base again.
More resumes went out today.
No phone calls or emails.
Taking on the adventure of life
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