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Momma Drama

Saturday, September 17, 2005 @ 7:43 PM

Today was a damn fine day...

...if I do say so myself! Translated, this means I did not have to be ogre momma today.

The troops were up, fed, dressed and out the door on time for Devin's soccer practice/game at 9 am. Maiya was semi well behaved while Trent watched her during the practice portion of soccer (New this year, parent participation! Whoo!)

Afterwards, we drove to the neighbor's property, where I was able to shoot the bow. Practice, practice, practice. *Someone* around her needs to get a deer. The kids sat in the truck and watched a DVD while I shot.

Then off to home where we had a nice lunch together, which is NOT always the case.

I put Maiya down for a nap after that, and the rest of us headed outside. My plan was to mow the lawn, but I opted to do yard work instead. Nothing like the inside of the house looking like a total pit to make you spruce up the yard. Heh. I pulled the rest of the corn stalks out of the garden and put them up to dry. I took the already dried stalks and decorated by the back door. I need to get some pumpkins and chrysanthemums for back there now. Then I weeded like a mad woman. The kids played with the next door neighbor (not the 8 y.o hussy, she has since relocated. Whew!), and a good time was had by all.

A few hours later, we headed back inside and got Maiya up. We watched Pooh's Heffalump movie, and made dinner. I attempted pork fried rice, which was edible. I'm not so good with those type of dishes, but I know what I can do differently next time to improve this one.

After dinner, we headed back outside. More weeding and general yard work for me. I also started draining the pool. More playing with the neighbor (different one this time) for the kids.

Came inside, cut Trent's hair and he is in the tub now. The girls are talking my ear off, waiting for their tub time right now.

Dave left yesterday afternoon for a bear hunt. He will be back next Sunday. Hopefully the children will take it easy on me.

The job front is trying to stress me. I really do need to get a job. I sat down and re-did the budget quite a few weeks ago, and was shocked. It really shouldn't have been that shocking for us though...Dave took a pay cut to go to the job that was closer to home. He also only works 3 days a week, 12 hour shifts.
We enjoyed the heck out of those 4 day family weekends all summer....but.... We have a car payment, and full coverage on the Explorer to contend with. It's been at least 2.5 years since we have had a car payment. So all in all, we are down about $700 a month. Eek! So we have gone round and round talking about what to do job wise. Dave finally came out a said he didn't really want to work a second job. (Don't get me started on how he makes $10 more per hour than me...) It really is okay that I go to work instead, I'm ready when I think about it.
That is when I'm not thinking selfishly. Except, when I left the nursing home last September, I felt no need to go back there. I'm ready to expand my horizons I guess, or at least shorten my drive to work. The preschool job that I applied for was not meant for me, as I knew it wasn't as far as qualifications. I did have an interview for a position at a Dr.'s office the other day. I feel that the interview went well, but it is a 30 minute drive and it's full-time. I don't need a full-time job yet, besides the day care would eat a small chunk of my paycheck. So I guess my next step is the hospital/nursing home 7 minutes away. It sucks because the nursing home I *left* is the highest paid place of anywhere around here. Ugh!
If I think selfishly, I could bitch all day long and back again about having to get a job. I put all sorts of things on hold until "school starts", and I only had one child here at home. I was looking forward to spending more quality time with Dave, since he has Monday and Tuesdays off. Maiya takes a nap still. *Wink* I'm supposed to be shooting for practice, and hunting, and painting the doors, and painting the kitchen cabinets, and organizing my recipes, etc. Waaa! So there's that.

Other than that, I just feel really busy lately. With what I don't friggin' know...I don't spend my time meditating, cleaning the house, exercising, surfing the forums or keeping up with the laundry to the point that it isn't wrinkling in the baskets. I think I may be lazy. The horror. I'm taking the kids to and from school, but that still gives me a 6.5 hour chunk of time to work with. Trent has 2 more weeks of the twice weekly shots, so I'm hoping that helps somewhat when we are finished with those. Right now I'm running Devin twice a week...once to riding and once to soccer. They should both end around the same time, mid October. I do spend an awful lot of time chasing Maiya out of items/rooms/toilets/cupboards/areas/litterboxes/markers/etc. she shouldn't be into. Does that count? Ha.

I still need to blog about the NY road trip. Remind me. :)

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