I have been so crazy busy with work lately that blogging hasn't really happened a lot, but don't get the idea that I haven't been thinking about what to write. I thought that I'd blog about what has been happening around here with me being gone at work so much. For those who wait on pins and needles for me to blog- I know you are out there- I am sure that you read the post about what my kids do when parents aren't around to supervise. There is more, oh yes, so much more.
Just the other day I was making dinner. Dalen came home and I called the kids into the kitchen to get up to the table. Britin saw me standing there, arms around Dalen, welcoming him home. She looked up at me and this is how the conversation went:
Britin: Why are you home, Mom?
Me: I don't have to work tonight.
Britin: You get to eat dinner with us?
Me: Yup.
(Then, looking at Daddy..._
Britin: Why is Dad home?
Me: He is done with work.
Britin: He gets to eat dinner, too?
Me: Yup.
Britin: Both of you??? (with a BIG smile on her face)
Sad day when this is exciting for your kids. Although, I really do hope that they always like having dinner with the whole family, but at this age, when it is a rarity to have both parents home at the same time it is just hard. I feel blessed to have a job that I can schedule around Dalen. Tag-team parenting is hard, but I am so glad that we are able to be the ones raising the kids we chose to have!
You also know that you have been working too much when for 2 weeks in a row you have forgotten to take your daughter to her dance class. I know that this is a fairly new addition to the weekly schedule, but I hate that she has missed twice now, due to my own oversight. I am running around with my head cut off.
I am so lucky to have a great husband who is trying so hard to make more $$$ for the family so I can work less. He is starting a new parttime job doing mortgages. Anyone interested??? Let me know. He gets paid just to give the presentation to people. He really wants me to be able to stay home with the kids permanently. In my mind I have often wondered if this is because he would like the house clean (I'd say cleaner, but really, you all know how I am, and I've already admitted to hating the bathroom). Then, I have wondered if it is because he misses falling asleep with my frozen feet rubbing up against his steaming, hot legs (nah, that can't be it). Then I have thought that he misses me making breakfast for him (but that really only happened for a couple of months, when I got home from work at 6am and got him off to work before crashing on the front room floor and letting the kids ransack the house around me). Or, maybe he is missing my awesome cooking. Let's face it, dinner is often not something I think about until just before dinnertime. What should we have? What is in the fridge/freezer? I think I am pretty good at fixing stuff in a pinch, if I haven't planned in advance. But, when I leave for work at hours before dinner time I haven't really planned anything out. Thank you to Burger King, Little Caesar's and Wendy's who have saved my children from starvation more than once.
I think I'll have to go with the first and last options. I am pretty sure Dalen would love to have a clean house and good food to eat. Life doesn't get much better than that, does it?
So, for those of you who have tried to call me and haven't had much success reaching me, keep at it. I haven't slipped into a coma, although one could describe my mental state as a coma when I am typing at a desk for 8-10 hours straight. Keep trying. I don't want anyone to forget me.
Oh, by the way, the unibrow and mustache are gone. Melinda (YEAH!) and I went for a girls' night out and got waxed. They actually had a consent form for those who are there for the Brazilian wax. Really? Is this something that people honestly think is a good idea? There are just some places on my body that I will NOT allow wax near. I'll let you all think about that one on your own. While we were there, there was a girl that came in for a nostril wax. OUCH! I remembered my friend Shanna telling me she has done this (sorry if this is outing you, Shanna). She told me whenever she does it she cries. Wouldn't a nosehair trimmer be better? Maybe that is what I will get Shanna for Christmas. Then she won't have to cry. I want to cry just thinking about is.
And finally, since I haven't included any pictures in this post because I haven't grabbed the camera for quick shots lately, here is a random one I found on the internet that I LOVE.
Theme song for this post, I know you all have been missing this part of my postings lately- "Home" by Michael Buble, because it is a place I love to be and have been missing.
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