This week I have been kind of discouraged. I'm trying to find a job teaching dance and I totally had it, except they needed me to work at 3:30 and my last class ends at 3:30. I've just been thinking I'm going to be stuck where I am forever. Don't get me wrong, I love my job and everyone I work with. And when the day comes that I actually do quit I will be a total wreck and bawling like a baby. But, really, I make next to nothing, and a set work schedule will be amazing.
I got rejected into the nursing program. Which, honestly I would have been in shock if I made it because I haven't taken the pre-recs and don't have my cna yet. I took the class when I was preggo, but haven't done the test yet. silly me. So that added to my pity party of being stuck, for a better word.
Then today I had the day off to be alone with Zo while hubby was working. We just had breakfast, and I had pandora running. When I was cleaning up I started dancing. She started laughing like crazy. So I did a little performance for her. Let me tell you, it was the best time dancing I think I've ever had. Best audience. Not worrying about anything. Just dancing. While I was shakin my stuff I realized I don't need to find a better job, I already have the best one--Mom.
So for now, I'll keep my hopes up and keep trying. But in the meantime, I'm going to go dancin with my baby.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Friday, July 30, 2010
Weekend Wind Down
Q: What's your favorite meat to throw on the grill- steak, chicken, hamburger, pork chops, or hotdogs/brats?
This is a perfect question for us. I married into a bbqing crazed family. I have learned that everything can tast so much better on the grill. I hear people say "I'm having a bbq today." And I think "Man, we have one just about every night hubby and I are together." I've learned that there are few ways to cook a steak, chicken, hamburgers, pork (he loves pork ribs, so I can't narrow this down to just pork chops.), or hotdogs/brats that is comparable to my father-in-laws grilling powers. In fact, we hardly cook pork, hamburgers, hotdogs or steak anywhere but the grill.
So I guess to answer the question, I say ALL!
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
take your daughter to work day...?
I give my schedule to my parents as soon as I get it so they can work around having Zoey. I was scheduled to work at 3 and my husband was to pick baby girl up when he got home around 5. Monday, my dad asked if I can go to work at 4 instead of 3 so he can make an appointment with someone 50 minutes away. Luckily, my friend was supposed to get off at 3 so she just stayed the extra hour for me.
The day starts off normal enough. Zo is teething, and has had a crazy runny nose the last day. We fight over the bugger sucker, I win. She gives me a big poopy diaper. She wins. One of those days. Hubby calls around 1:30 seeing if I can get it off today because he isn't feeling good. Its one of our busiest times of the year, so I don't want to just call in and leave them hanging. I see if anyone can trade, and there is no one. So we figure out that my parents will just watch her longer.
Around 2 my mom calls and says that my dad still hasn't gone in yet, and she'll pick up Zo if he is late since she gets off between 3:30-4. (You need to know she generally works like 10 minutes from my work). So I get ready for work, get Zo dressed, pack a few toys and leave early. I wanted to get a bite to eat before I went in. My dad calls around 3:40 saying he is just barely leaving. I figure that is probably better anyways, since he generally picks her up with just enough time for me to be chronically 2 minutes late to where ever I am going. I call my mom and she is off. Perfect, I think. She will be there when I am to make the trade. Nope, she happened to work in the other site 40 minutes away. So here I am 10 minutes until I have to be at work with a snotty baby, waiting in line at Burger King next door. By this time, I'm figuring life did not want me to work for some reason.
So what do I do? Just haul her with me. I've done it before, but generally someone is just getting off and watches her for the few minutes it takes someone to get her. Today, there is no one to watch her since I'm coming in at such a strange time. So I just put her in a shopping cart, and go to work. Naturally, the district managers were there for a visit. So I kind of just chill in the back, hopping they don't walk by. I had to do freight and put new items on the shelf, so I just chucked all the stuff in the cart, pushing it along to all the places, and gave Zo the empty boxes. I had enough boxes ready so if the big bosses came by I could try to hide her. I'm glad I didn't have to though. It did get kinda awkward when customers came over asking for help, and I'd have to explain why I was pushing a baby everywhere I go.
My mom eventually came and got her, and the work day went on as normal. The only thing was, they double booked my department so there was an extra person there. I so could have called in, and it would have been just fine. Ah well, that is life.
The day starts off normal enough. Zo is teething, and has had a crazy runny nose the last day. We fight over the bugger sucker, I win. She gives me a big poopy diaper. She wins. One of those days. Hubby calls around 1:30 seeing if I can get it off today because he isn't feeling good. Its one of our busiest times of the year, so I don't want to just call in and leave them hanging. I see if anyone can trade, and there is no one. So we figure out that my parents will just watch her longer.
Around 2 my mom calls and says that my dad still hasn't gone in yet, and she'll pick up Zo if he is late since she gets off between 3:30-4. (You need to know she generally works like 10 minutes from my work). So I get ready for work, get Zo dressed, pack a few toys and leave early. I wanted to get a bite to eat before I went in. My dad calls around 3:40 saying he is just barely leaving. I figure that is probably better anyways, since he generally picks her up with just enough time for me to be chronically 2 minutes late to where ever I am going. I call my mom and she is off. Perfect, I think. She will be there when I am to make the trade. Nope, she happened to work in the other site 40 minutes away. So here I am 10 minutes until I have to be at work with a snotty baby, waiting in line at Burger King next door. By this time, I'm figuring life did not want me to work for some reason.
So what do I do? Just haul her with me. I've done it before, but generally someone is just getting off and watches her for the few minutes it takes someone to get her. Today, there is no one to watch her since I'm coming in at such a strange time. So I just put her in a shopping cart, and go to work. Naturally, the district managers were there for a visit. So I kind of just chill in the back, hopping they don't walk by. I had to do freight and put new items on the shelf, so I just chucked all the stuff in the cart, pushing it along to all the places, and gave Zo the empty boxes. I had enough boxes ready so if the big bosses came by I could try to hide her. I'm glad I didn't have to though. It did get kinda awkward when customers came over asking for help, and I'd have to explain why I was pushing a baby everywhere I go.
My mom eventually came and got her, and the work day went on as normal. The only thing was, they double booked my department so there was an extra person there. I so could have called in, and it would have been just fine. Ah well, that is life.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Tuesday's Teeth
Today I noticed Zdawg had something in her mouth. It turned out it was 2 teeth she didn't have earlier today. The funny thing is, its her top right and the one next to it. She is still missing her top left tooth and they say they get them in pairs. I'm hoping that this doesn't mean her teeth are off center...
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
sad
Between work and school I have to have a sitter for Z dawg every day for the nexy 2 weeks. (not counting weekends, thank goodness). I so want to stay home. She changes so much, I don't want to miss anything. I feel like I drop her off and I pick up a totally different baby. Oh well, this is life for the while I guess.
Oh, yea. Needless to say, I'm gonna be pretty busy the next couple weeks so posts may be lacking. I know you are sad, but it will be ok. I'll be back in no time. :)
Oh, yea. Needless to say, I'm gonna be pretty busy the next couple weeks so posts may be lacking. I know you are sad, but it will be ok. I'll be back in no time. :)
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Camping Trip Chapter 1
(I'm writing this for a class in school. its 99% true and 1% could very well be true, just not in this time frame)
I had planned to wake up early, pack, shower, and get my homework done before my baby, Zoey, work up in the morning so I can be on time for our camping trip. But, naturally, she wakes up 30 minutes after I do and doesn’t go back to sleep. I try everything: a clean bum, two bottles, a few cuddles. And nothing. She is wide awake trying her new trick of standing while holding onto the crib. So instead of working on my to do list, I bring her to bed with me. We cuddle some more, and she finally dozes of. Unfortunately, so do I. The next thing I know, the little princess is pulling my hair. She let me sleep in until ten in the morning. She never sleeps in that late. Naturally.
The morning is spent running around like a drugged fly. I decide to forgo the shower, an often occurrence in my life. Who has time for daily hygiene? Definitely not a full time student and worker with two children, one she birthed and the other her mother-in-law did.
My mother-in-law is taking Zoey for the weekend so my husband and I can go camping at the lake. We live two hours away, so the plan is to meet half way by 1 o’clock. That doesn’t leave much time. Somehow I get Zoey fed, dressed, and packed in time. I still have a billion things to do for myself, but at least she is all taken care of so I can drop her off in time.
Naturally, they aren’t on time. This is a reverse from normal. So I wait in the Chevron parking lot and just watch the people. A man in a polo shirt and plaid pants runs to catch the bus that is slowly driving around. I look at him closer. He has tattoos all over his legs, and is holding a brown stuffed animal. I think it is a dog, but he is too far away and I don’t have on my glasses to tell for sure. I wonder if he is giving it to his child? Isn’t that a twisted fate? He is late to go see his son or daughter and my in-laws are late taking mine away.
With that, I go sit in the back with her. As I open the back door, she gives me the biggest gummy grin. As I take her in I realize she is wet. That can mean a few things, and all of which I don’t want to deal with at this gas station. As I get closer my nose gives me a good idea of what I’m dealing with—major diaper blowout. Naturally. I unbuckle her from her car seat and get a better look at what I’m dealing with. My aunt calls dirty diapers, muddy diapers. Well, Zoey has a freaking mudslide on her back. I clumsily try to fish out a diaper and a change of clothes to go deal with this avalanche. This is a hard task one handed anyways. Now, add a wiggly baby I don’t want to get too close to me in the other hand. I can feel my pants settle a centimeter too low, yet I don’t have an extra arm to fix it. So here I am trying to magically shimmy my pants to the correct location, holding a smelly, dirty, now crying baby, and digging in my diaper bag I swear Marry Poppins made because I cannot find the diapers for the life of me. My phone is vibrating in my pocket, but I don’t even bother to worry about answering it. Instead, I just yell to my pocket. Not right now! I look like a crazy woman, for sure.
I eventually find her diaper and change of clothes and go in the store and take care of the issue. As I walk back out to my car, here comes the in-laws. Naturally, they get here 5 minutes too late to help the crazy woman screaming at her pocket. We make the exchange without a hitch.
I had planned to wake up early, pack, shower, and get my homework done before my baby, Zoey, work up in the morning so I can be on time for our camping trip. But, naturally, she wakes up 30 minutes after I do and doesn’t go back to sleep. I try everything: a clean bum, two bottles, a few cuddles. And nothing. She is wide awake trying her new trick of standing while holding onto the crib. So instead of working on my to do list, I bring her to bed with me. We cuddle some more, and she finally dozes of. Unfortunately, so do I. The next thing I know, the little princess is pulling my hair. She let me sleep in until ten in the morning. She never sleeps in that late. Naturally.
The morning is spent running around like a drugged fly. I decide to forgo the shower, an often occurrence in my life. Who has time for daily hygiene? Definitely not a full time student and worker with two children, one she birthed and the other her mother-in-law did.
My mother-in-law is taking Zoey for the weekend so my husband and I can go camping at the lake. We live two hours away, so the plan is to meet half way by 1 o’clock. That doesn’t leave much time. Somehow I get Zoey fed, dressed, and packed in time. I still have a billion things to do for myself, but at least she is all taken care of so I can drop her off in time.
Naturally, they aren’t on time. This is a reverse from normal. So I wait in the Chevron parking lot and just watch the people. A man in a polo shirt and plaid pants runs to catch the bus that is slowly driving around. I look at him closer. He has tattoos all over his legs, and is holding a brown stuffed animal. I think it is a dog, but he is too far away and I don’t have on my glasses to tell for sure. I wonder if he is giving it to his child? Isn’t that a twisted fate? He is late to go see his son or daughter and my in-laws are late taking mine away.
With that, I go sit in the back with her. As I open the back door, she gives me the biggest gummy grin. As I take her in I realize she is wet. That can mean a few things, and all of which I don’t want to deal with at this gas station. As I get closer my nose gives me a good idea of what I’m dealing with—major diaper blowout. Naturally. I unbuckle her from her car seat and get a better look at what I’m dealing with. My aunt calls dirty diapers, muddy diapers. Well, Zoey has a freaking mudslide on her back. I clumsily try to fish out a diaper and a change of clothes to go deal with this avalanche. This is a hard task one handed anyways. Now, add a wiggly baby I don’t want to get too close to me in the other hand. I can feel my pants settle a centimeter too low, yet I don’t have an extra arm to fix it. So here I am trying to magically shimmy my pants to the correct location, holding a smelly, dirty, now crying baby, and digging in my diaper bag I swear Marry Poppins made because I cannot find the diapers for the life of me. My phone is vibrating in my pocket, but I don’t even bother to worry about answering it. Instead, I just yell to my pocket. Not right now! I look like a crazy woman, for sure.
I eventually find her diaper and change of clothes and go in the store and take care of the issue. As I walk back out to my car, here comes the in-laws. Naturally, they get here 5 minutes too late to help the crazy woman screaming at her pocket. We make the exchange without a hitch.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
About Me
I have an uncontrollable need to constantly change my hair in someway. However, this has slowed down quite a bit since October 14, 2009, as that is when Lil Miss Attitude, AKA Zoey, was born.
Going through my pregnancy, I found myself thinking "Man, no one told me about this part!" And now, after said pregnancy, I find myself saying that even more. Moreover, I find myself going against what people have told me and going with mommyinstict. It has worked so far....
I'm a ballerina at heart, and try to dance with Zoey every day. I think that dancing builds character and dedication. I hope that Zoey finds something like that in her life as she grows up.
I used to have a clear idea on what I wanted this blog to be, but as with everything in my life, don't stick to a plan if it isn't working for you. And so here you go, another mommyblog full of rambling. But, that's what you came here for, so I guess you don't mind. :)
Make sure you check out my favorite post page on the side over there. -------> You might find something fun to read. :)
Any questions, email me at iwilldance4ever@hotmail.com
Going through my pregnancy, I found myself thinking "Man, no one told me about this part!" And now, after said pregnancy, I find myself saying that even more. Moreover, I find myself going against what people have told me and going with mommyinstict. It has worked so far....
Sweet Zo at 6 months
Just so its clear, I'm not a teenage mom, even though I look like it. Not that I have anything against teenage mothers, people just often times mistake me for being 14 even though I'm 8.5 years older than that. Its something I curse my mother for now, but will be ever so grateful when I'm 40 and finally look like I'm in my 20s.
My goal is to somehow become a stay at home mom. However, my husband and I would still be in the"poor college student living off Romin Noodles" group if we hadn't decided to get hitched and knocked up in the same year. So, living off one income at the time being isn't really possible, but who said I have to leave the home to make money?
My goal is to somehow become a stay at home mom. However, my husband and I would still be in the"poor college student living off Romin Noodles" group if we hadn't decided to get hitched and knocked up in the same year. So, living off one income at the time being isn't really possible, but who said I have to leave the home to make money?
I used to have a clear idea on what I wanted this blog to be, but as with everything in my life, don't stick to a plan if it isn't working for you. And so here you go, another mommyblog full of rambling. But, that's what you came here for, so I guess you don't mind. :)
Make sure you check out my favorite post page on the side over there. -------> You might find something fun to read. :)
Any questions, email me at iwilldance4ever@hotmail.com
dilemmas
Zo has been on a mommy fix lately. With EEEEEVVVVEEERRRYYYYY thing. I can't even put her down to wash my hands without her screaming for me. I try to give her to the hubby and she just squirms her way to try to get back to me. While I love the fact that I am the greatest person in the world to you, there are other great people that love you too, Zoey. I have this constant dilemma when I'm home alone: do I cuddle and play with Zoey all day and keep her happy, or do I leave and do the dishes, potty, laundry and let her cry and cry. I generally choose the first one, but then I get a husband who doesn't understand why dirty clothes are literally crawling out of our bedroom.
On another mommy/daughter note, Zoey has started to give kisses. However, basically every kiss involves her biting our lips. Those little teeth hurt!!! I don't know what to do. Do I tell her no, and then have her not give kisses anymore until she understands there is no teeth involved? Do I not do anything about her biting kisses of death? (Seriously, you should see how big her mouth gets when she is going in for the kill.... I mean kiss.) But, I'm afraid if I don't do anything that she will start biting at other times besides kisses. She already has started this, and I try to discipline her accordingly. And the random biting, and giving kisses started around the same time. So, it could be her random bitings are supposed to be kisses, and to her she is just doing what we have taught her. Can you see how this is a huge dilemma in my life?? Who knew parenting could be so hard. Ha ha ha ha
Advice of any kind is greatly appreciated! :)
On another mommy/daughter note, Zoey has started to give kisses. However, basically every kiss involves her biting our lips. Those little teeth hurt!!! I don't know what to do. Do I tell her no, and then have her not give kisses anymore until she understands there is no teeth involved? Do I not do anything about her biting kisses of death? (Seriously, you should see how big her mouth gets when she is going in for the kill.... I mean kiss.) But, I'm afraid if I don't do anything that she will start biting at other times besides kisses. She already has started this, and I try to discipline her accordingly. And the random biting, and giving kisses started around the same time. So, it could be her random bitings are supposed to be kisses, and to her she is just doing what we have taught her. Can you see how this is a huge dilemma in my life?? Who knew parenting could be so hard. Ha ha ha ha
Advice of any kind is greatly appreciated! :)
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Learning
My baby started throwing up last night. The nurse told me to go buy pedialite. So I ran to the store. They had three flavors, grape, orange, and unflavored which was a clear color. I went with grape because she loves her grape tylanol. Well, I give her an ounce when I get home. She seams to be handeling it ok laying down. I pick her up, and she nussles her ehad in my shoulder. Then it hit. There goes the grape. ALL over mama and baby. Its dripping down my legs. I'm sticky with purple puke. I now understand why they make the clear kind. It comes up clear. So in the moments when your child explodes all over you, you will at least not look like a slimy grape dripping from head to toe.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
kick start
I have to admit, I'm a sucker for mom blogs. I like to stick to the cute craft ones, or the funny ones. But every once in a while, I find a heartrenching one that I read and cry for hours with. I feel strange reading about someones agony on loosing a child. Where is the justice? It makes me want to be a stay at home mommy even more, so I don't have to miss precious time with Zoey. Now, I guess if you take our my time at school, I'm practically a stay at home mom since my hours at work are minimal. So, why don't I just continue on my plan I started a few months ago with this and make it work?
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Rolling with the Babster
Soo.... I'm not doing so good in this blog thing. Nor am I really doing much better in the being a frugal, coupon clipping mama thing. But this is me, I get great ideas, start them, but generally fail to complete them. I am learning, now, that that is ok. Every day is a blessing. I can't spend my life stressing about the little things, when I have this little thing called Zoey who is growing at warped speed. I also need to remember this when she is throwing a fit and not letting me put her diaper back on that this too will pass, and I'll want it back. Motherhood has been an amazing ride. Each day I learn a little more. One day I will be able to accomplish everything I want to, but until then I'll just spend the day rolling around on the floor with my baby.
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