Stay at home mom for a week

So as you know, I was recently laid off, well kind of. In April I was told I was losing my job on January 31st because the company was consolidating all of our calls into another existing CVS Caremark call center. Three days before my end date I was offered another position within the company so I actually was not laid off. Long story short, my last day with my old job was January 29th and the first day of my new job is February 8th. So, lucky me, I get a week off!!

It has been pure bliss getting to stay home with Aubree. I don't really get to sleep in like I thought I would because Aubree wakes up at 5:30 or 6:00 am each day. Regardless it has been so nice to stay home and make her lunch and play with her. I wish I could do it everyday!!!

A poem for my brother

MISSING MY BROTHER

My little brother is lost in a cloud of black tar.

He says he's alone but knows his family is never far.

How it must feel to wake up and not be able to get out of bed,

until he gets that high that clears his head.

It must feel horrible and I know he's ashamed,

To admit he's an addict with no one to blame.

That's probably why he lies and says he's not using,

When everyone around him can see he's abusing.

His pupils are small and the sparkle is gone.

He looks so unhappy but plays it off like nothing is wrong.

We all want to help in any way we can

But he blows us all off and denies his problem.

"I can handle it" he says to himself,

But deep inside he's screaming for help.

He feels trapped and alone, so helpless inside

So he chooses the balloon to ease his mind.

I hate this black cloud! How do I get through?

I want to show him the light and how to move

Through life without drugs,

No guns, fighting or thugs.

I find myself worried that today could be his last

Due to overdose or murder for owed cash.

I don't want to go on without him; he's my only sibling.

God, please save him! Do something!

Don't let his life end like my friends Amber and Dustin.

He's only twenty with his whole life ahead of him.

I'm scared to turn my back like I did with them,

But I don't know how long I can see him this way again and again.

I'm missing my BIG brother with that twinkle in his eye,

And the grin on his face each night.

I hope that twinkle comes back and he's proud

Of himself once again for beating the black cloud.

BAD DAY

Today was such a bad day! Not bad to the point that I was in a bad mood, but bad in a way that everything went wrong in a humerous way.

So to get my day started, I slept in and was running VERY late. I usually run slightly late and end up doing my make-up on the way to work or when I get to work. But today I barely had time to get dressed. I picked the first outfit that came to mind then got Aubree dressed and ready to go. As I'm getting her in her car seat she started fussing, which, if you know Aubree, is pretty unusual for her. Then it hits me... I forgot to give her a bottle. So I fix her a bottle and run out the door. I finally get to my in-laws (that's where I drop Aubree off every morning), get out and go to get Aubree out of the back seat. As I am pulling Aubree out of the car, my car starts rolling forward. I FORGOT TO PUT IT IN PARK!! I hurry to slam on the brake, barely missing my father in-law's car. Luckily my wheel was still turned from when I turned into the driveway or it would have hit his car. Then I realize my dog is missing.... Oh great! Did I run over the dog? Barely missed him. I dropped Aubree of and headed to work. Everything was fine. I put my make up on and then went to the bathroom to wash my hands. I look in the mirror and SUPRISE! I ripped the slit of my skirt up to my butt cheeks. "How am I going to leave the bathroom looking like this?", I ask myself. I scurried back to my office and found an apron to wrap around me. Luckily my boss had made me wear the apron a few days prior when I was passing out snacks to the agents. Ok, so now I think to myself "how am I going to get from my office to my car to go home and change, without looking like a complete idiot? I call Gina, the receptionist, to see if she has any safety pins. Nope. Of course not. I hurry out of my office, with the apron still wrapped around me, and drove home to change.

What an exhausiting day.... and that was only the first 3 hours of my day. Time to get some rest so I can make it to work on time tomorrow!

Yard Wars

Since the beginning of Spring I have been working diligintly to spruce up my yard... planting flowers, picking weeds, trimming bushes, and mowing the lawn. Ok, so Jeremy actually mowed the lawn, but none the less, our yard looks awesome. I didn't want to be one of 'those' neighbors who doesn't take care of their house and yard. Like the crazy cat lady across the street. Anyway, anytime we work on our yard the 'cool' neighbors, who live next to the crazy cat lady, get out their lawn mower or start pulling weeds. It's as if their competing for who has he best yard. Sorry cool dude but, my yard looks better that yours. :)

Workin' Woman

So I've been back to work for 1 month now. I've definitely gotten back into my groove. Not sure if that's a good thing though. On Friday I had so much to do and couldn't get it all done so I ended up working from home on Sunday. And again today I took my work home with me.

Why didn't my mom warn me how hard it would be to work from home AND be a wife and mom? Oh wait... SHE DID! Wish I would have planned better for this. I was offered 2 different promotions when I frst found out I was pregnant. And what did I do, I took the one that requires travel. Luckily though, I got out of going to Wisconsin and Jamaica for a week because I'm breastfeeding.

I guess I'll just keep on keepin' on until Jeremy makes enoughmoney for me to work from home. Hopefully that will happen before I turn 65...

A happy wife is a happy life

I have the laziest husband ever! I cooked Green Bean and Chicken casserole last night for dinner, and we had it again for leftovers tonight. When I went back to the fridge for a drink, there lay an empty casserole dish with plastic wrap ever so neatly placed over it. "Why," I asked, "would you put an empty casserole dish back into the fridge?" His reply... "I didn't want to clean it". This is just one of the many LAZY things my husband does. I often question myself, 'I wonder if all men are this lazy?'. He isn't lazy, unless it comes to housework or something else he doesn't want to do.

If you have seen the movie The Breakup, this is my life - except we aren't breaking up. In the movie Jennifer Aniston's character says "I want you to want to do the dishes!", and Vince replies "Who wants to do the dishes?". This dialogue happens daily in my house. The point is, that no one really wants to do housework. You want to have a clean house, and to get there you have to do housework.

I have tried to just let the housework go and only do my part, in hopes that he will realize I wont do it for him. However, this never seems to work. I usually give in and do it myslf after a few days. And if he does beat me to it, he takes everything from one room and puts it into another.. nothing in it's place. Then to top it all off he asks ME where things are.

My boss gave Jeremy some advice on our wedding day. He said "A happy wife is a happy life". I laughed it off then, but now, I realize that's some damn good advice. If only Jeremy would realize ho happy it woud make me if he helped around the house; it would make his life happier because I would quit nagging.

NOMROM MOM

More and more, I realize I am molding into the typical Utah mom. First I realized I didn't enjoy drinking every weekend, or at all as a matter of fact; not a bad thing, but definitely a sign I'm 'growing up'. Then I noticed I don't enjoy staying out late anymore. Part of this could be that I feel forced to go out with Jeremy every Friday...at the same place.. the same time.. every Friday until 2am. Next, I got my haircut. You know.. that A-line cut with the side swoop bangs. Then I joined Scrappp..bookk...clubbbb. When Jeremy found out that I had joined this paper pasting organization he said "Now what, are you going to start going to church?". Now, not that being mormon is bad, by any means. It's just not me... at least not the church part. So what do you call a mormon mom who isn't mormon? A NOMROM MOM. Say that 5 times fast!