My week was something like this:
Sunday- work or in scipio. Never at home. or at our home ward.
Monday- Work 8-3:30. School 5-8:30
Tuesday- School 9-1:30 and 4-6
Wednesday- Help Grammy 8-12 Work 3-9
Thursday- School 9-3:30
Friday- School 10-2 Work (sometimes) 3-9
Saturday- work 9-5 or in Scipio or dancing in a performance.
Do you notice anything?
No Zoey Mommy time. No cuddle with the husband. No homework.
I've practically been a walking zombie for the past 2 months. Apparently everyone around me was noticing. Which kind of makes me mad because I was trying hard to appear strong and that it wasn't bothering me.
Well, we sat down and figured out how I can stay home with Zoey. And it worked. With a little help from my family. I'm going to clean my dads house once a week instead of paying him our car insurance. (he pays it in a lump sum every year and we pay him back monthly. Or else we did pay him back monthly).
I gave me two weeks Monday. And since then I have been able to walk around and not be weighed down. I've used the phrase "a weight off my shoulders" many times. But never did I truly understand the weightlessness that comes from that. Its more than a figure of speech.
And so starting in two weeks (the longest two weeks of my life), I won't be the crazy woman trying not to pull her hair out. I'll actually be a mommy again. I'll be able to be a loving wife, who actually cleans. AND I just might pass all my classes now! woot woot!
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
just one of those days
Yesterday was one of those days that just don't go right.
First, I can't find my keys. After 20 minutes I looked in my car. It was unlocked. And there were my keys, hidden under Zoey's Kobe Bear. The positive side of me would say how lucky I was that my car was unlocked and didn't get broken into. But the negative me focused on the fact that this made me late for work.
Then, as I was walking in the parking lot at work my foot grazed over a used condom that was on the ground. GROSS GROSS GROSS GROSS GROSS!!!!!!! There is no positive moments about this....
Then, my car wouldn't turn on during my lunch. Lovely. But it turned on 10 minutes later for some reason. So the positive person would be happy that it did turn on, but the negative side of me is still pretty upset at my car for taking away my precious lunch time.
After work, I can't find anyone to know where Zoey is. So I just go home without my lil baby to leave 50 minutes later for school. Chris put her to bed early before I got home. So I only saw her for the 10 minutes it takes to wake her up, plop her in the car, and drop her off. I need my Zoey fix.
But, on a positive note, this may be the end of a negative chapter in my life. I'm really hoping for all who are involved that this is it.
Also, we found out that Zoey is going to have yet another boyfriend. (this isn't a bad thing, btw). She is the only girl out of all our friends. Maybe its a sign that I'm going to have to give her a sister soon. *Sigh*
First, I can't find my keys. After 20 minutes I looked in my car. It was unlocked. And there were my keys, hidden under Zoey's Kobe Bear. The positive side of me would say how lucky I was that my car was unlocked and didn't get broken into. But the negative me focused on the fact that this made me late for work.
Then, as I was walking in the parking lot at work my foot grazed over a used condom that was on the ground. GROSS GROSS GROSS GROSS GROSS!!!!!!! There is no positive moments about this....
Then, my car wouldn't turn on during my lunch. Lovely. But it turned on 10 minutes later for some reason. So the positive person would be happy that it did turn on, but the negative side of me is still pretty upset at my car for taking away my precious lunch time.
After work, I can't find anyone to know where Zoey is. So I just go home without my lil baby to leave 50 minutes later for school. Chris put her to bed early before I got home. So I only saw her for the 10 minutes it takes to wake her up, plop her in the car, and drop her off. I need my Zoey fix.
But, on a positive note, this may be the end of a negative chapter in my life. I'm really hoping for all who are involved that this is it.
Also, we found out that Zoey is going to have yet another boyfriend. (this isn't a bad thing, btw). She is the only girl out of all our friends. Maybe its a sign that I'm going to have to give her a sister soon. *Sigh*
Thursday, February 3, 2011
pplz anz dur language
So I have a confession. I watch Teen Mom 2 every week. It just so happens to be on the night that I don't work or have school, and there isn't any other show on. But excuses aside, I watch it weekly. I am not going to comment on some of the girls motherlyness, or lack there of. Because who am I to judge on how to raise a child. What is right for me isn't right for everyone.
That being said, I stooped on the MTV website to watch some of the after shows they have on there. (Yes, I should be studying. Or at least filling out applications.) During this time I scrolled down to read some of the comments people have posted. And all I can say is what are schools teaching people?
We Do Not Need To Capitalize Every Word In A Sentence--Or The Paragraph For That Matter. A simple capital letter at the first of the sentence and other important words such as I will be sufficient. Why on earth would you even want to type like that. I can kinda see if they were handwriting this comment., but Pushing The Shift Button For Every Word Is Freakin Annoying (to both the writer and the reader!).
An plzzzzzzzz, stop makn xcuses 4 not bing able 2 spell. Dis type of riting iz hard 2 read an understadz. I'm all for shortening things to free up 2 seconds of your life, but I would think its harder to come up with cleaver ways to spell stuff.U You are not going to go over your allotted text message space, so you can spell words out. Its ok. I promise you won't die. Or have a stroke. Or get eaten up my fuzzy insects. Use proper English and a spell check. It will make you look a lot more intelligent. (And I say this in the nicest way possible because I am a horrible speller, and have been known to not run spell check before I post something. That can get imbrizin.)
Also, the little button on the bottom row, between the < and the ? obtains the magic power to put your thoughts into one concise sentence. It is sometimes considered a novelty, apparently. But, I have heard that using a period at the end of a sentence is still acceptable in the English language. So repeat after me. A proper sentence starts with a capital letter and ends with punctuation.
I don't know what worries me the most: the fact that people posted this on the Internet knowing that it wasn't right, or positing it on the Internet and not knowing it was wrong and improper. Are schools not teaching people correctly? Because, honestly the whole capital letter thing should have been taught in first grade, and fixed in every other grade after that. I hope I'm not being naive in saying that my high school education taught me how to write pretty darn well. Why do these poor people not understand this. Or do they, and just not care. Are they being "individuals" by defying the conventions of modern English? Or perhaps its just the English Major coming out in me.
Ok, now that that is off my chest, I can go watch my guilty pleasure. :)
That being said, I stooped on the MTV website to watch some of the after shows they have on there. (Yes, I should be studying. Or at least filling out applications.) During this time I scrolled down to read some of the comments people have posted. And all I can say is what are schools teaching people?
We Do Not Need To Capitalize Every Word In A Sentence--Or The Paragraph For That Matter. A simple capital letter at the first of the sentence and other important words such as I will be sufficient. Why on earth would you even want to type like that. I can kinda see if they were handwriting this comment., but Pushing The Shift Button For Every Word Is Freakin Annoying (to both the writer and the reader!).
An plzzzzzzzz, stop makn xcuses 4 not bing able 2 spell. Dis type of riting iz hard 2 read an understadz. I'm all for shortening things to free up 2 seconds of your life, but I would think its harder to come up with cleaver ways to spell stuff.
Also, the little button on the bottom row, between the < and the ? obtains the magic power to put your thoughts into one concise sentence. It is sometimes considered a novelty, apparently. But, I have heard that using a period at the end of a sentence is still acceptable in the English language. So repeat after me. A proper sentence starts with a capital letter and ends with punctuation.
I don't know what worries me the most: the fact that people posted this on the Internet knowing that it wasn't right, or positing it on the Internet and not knowing it was wrong and improper. Are schools not teaching people correctly? Because, honestly the whole capital letter thing should have been taught in first grade, and fixed in every other grade after that. I hope I'm not being naive in saying that my high school education taught me how to write pretty darn well. Why do these poor people not understand this. Or do they, and just not care. Are they being "individuals" by defying the conventions of modern English? Or perhaps its just the English Major coming out in me.
Ok, now that that is off my chest, I can go watch my guilty pleasure. :)
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Welcome!
Welcome to my new blog. I will just be adding to Journey of a WAHM Wannabe posts. But for the last couple of months my posts have had very little to do with trying to be a WAHM. I don't want to be confined by the name of my blog so here it is: Completely A-Z. Its just going to be stories of my life, anything about it from me, Alicia, to Zoey, my daughter (Hence the name, Completely A-Z).
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
And on the 27638765834987637 day Sharlicia was created
My friend wrote a few posts about her best friends, and it inspired me to bare it all Sharlicia style. Just the name Sharlicia shows that we have been friends for way too long. To understand us you must first understand the name. Her name is Charlotte. Somewhere in high school I nicknamed her Sharla and would write all my "notes" to Sharla and not Charlotte. My name isn't as cool as hers so my nick name was just Licia. (one reason why I wanted my baby to have a nickname-able name. but that is a totally different post). And somehow, somewhere we formed Sharlicia. And the world hasn't been the same since.
I should start from the beginning. Charlotte and I attended the same private school since I started Kindergarten. I knew her only as the other small girl in the grade before me. Once our school was doing a silent auction and I really wanted this beanie baby. I remember waiting outside the door when they were figuring out all the winners and such and listening to this girl talk to her parents about wanting THE SAME BEANIE BABY. I honestly can't remember who won. But knowing both of our fathers, it was a battle to the end.
Our school combined the 7th and 8th grade. On my first day of 7th grade our teacher gave us some personality test that divided us into colors. I want to say I was an orange, but I could be wrong. Anyways, Charlotte was in the same group. We talked about a few things and I remember going home and telling my mom I think I made a friend. Little did either of us knew the extent of the friendship.
Our desks got put next to each other and we got in a lot of trouble talking about me being in The Nutcracker and dogs and who knows what else. There was a lot of middle school girl drama, so we ended up becoming real close. Christmas break was the start of the Epic Sleepovers that basically involved us going to one persons house for a few days and once we got too annoying we'd go to the other house.
The school year came to a close and Charlotte graduated. This was a sad time knowing that she wouldn't be there the next year. But we definitely made up for it in the summer with some uberly epic Epic Sleepovers. She went to high school and I finished up 8th grade. We didn't see each other much. I like to call it "the lost year."
Charlotte switched schools for her sophomore year. This happened to be the school that basically my whole 8th grade class went to. (There were only about 8 of us, so that really isn't that big of a deal). I begged and begged to go there, but my parents decided that the public school in my neighborhood woulde better. It wasn't. And I was miserable. I remember spending hours on AIM talking to her about her school and would leave little messages for my dad to find about it. Eventually after weeks of crying they finally gave in and I switched schools over Christmas Break.
To Be Continued...
I should start from the beginning. Charlotte and I attended the same private school since I started Kindergarten. I knew her only as the other small girl in the grade before me. Once our school was doing a silent auction and I really wanted this beanie baby. I remember waiting outside the door when they were figuring out all the winners and such and listening to this girl talk to her parents about wanting THE SAME BEANIE BABY. I honestly can't remember who won. But knowing both of our fathers, it was a battle to the end.
Our school combined the 7th and 8th grade. On my first day of 7th grade our teacher gave us some personality test that divided us into colors. I want to say I was an orange, but I could be wrong. Anyways, Charlotte was in the same group. We talked about a few things and I remember going home and telling my mom I think I made a friend. Little did either of us knew the extent of the friendship.
Our desks got put next to each other and we got in a lot of trouble talking about me being in The Nutcracker and dogs and who knows what else. There was a lot of middle school girl drama, so we ended up becoming real close. Christmas break was the start of the Epic Sleepovers that basically involved us going to one persons house for a few days and once we got too annoying we'd go to the other house.
The school year came to a close and Charlotte graduated. This was a sad time knowing that she wouldn't be there the next year. But we definitely made up for it in the summer with some uberly epic Epic Sleepovers. She went to high school and I finished up 8th grade. We didn't see each other much. I like to call it "the lost year."
Charlotte switched schools for her sophomore year. This happened to be the school that basically my whole 8th grade class went to. (There were only about 8 of us, so that really isn't that big of a deal). I begged and begged to go there, but my parents decided that the public school in my neighborhood woulde better. It wasn't. And I was miserable. I remember spending hours on AIM talking to her about her school and would leave little messages for my dad to find about it. Eventually after weeks of crying they finally gave in and I switched schools over Christmas Break.
To Be Continued...
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Please read- it could save your child's life.
I just read this story about a family who is grieving the loss of they little boy. My heart goes out to that family. I know what I am going to do as soon as my husband gets home. We are securing the dressers and book case. Even if he says it can't fall I am going to be the advocate here. And I ask all of you who have young children at home or even just visit for a weekend please look at your furniture.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
break
I'm sorry, but I will be taking a break from the blog for a while. Its a bit much for me to be going to school full time and working 25ish hours a week with Zoey. So to be the best mommy I can be this is going to have to go to the side for a while. The semester ends in April, so expect a nice sorry I've been gone so long blog.
But on a happy note, I'm taking a Children's Lit class so I'm reading 29 books. Thats not the happy part, the happy part is that Zoey's Library will be increasing a lot this semester, and we will be spending some fun time at the Library. :)
But on a happy note, I'm taking a Children's Lit class so I'm reading 29 books. Thats not the happy part, the happy part is that Zoey's Library will be increasing a lot this semester, and we will be spending some fun time at the Library. :)
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