One MORE last post...

I thought that last night would be my last post. WRONG!!! I just knew we'd all be up this morning in a mad dash to get going on VACATION. Well *I* am!!! The rest of the "we" are still in bed! I was up at 6:30 getting my shower, getting ready, all the while yelling out every 10 minutes "We're going on vacation!!!" Nothing. Ran butt naked through the house yelling "WE'RE GOING ON VACATION!!!!!!" Still nothing. Right now as I type, my husband is snoring in the bed, and I have yet to see my children's eyes even open this morning. So, "I" am getting ready to go on vacation... Hopefully we'll get to leave sometime today.

We're going to Seaworld...

One last small post before the trip. I can't wait!!!!! Jessica got back from band camp today and had a blast! And the best thing is: I'm off work until July3!! Hip hip hurray!!!!! We're going to Seaworld!!!

In case you're wondering...

No, I haven't lost my mind. I had made a decision about my job, made up my mind. Figured everything out. Then discussed my plans with my family. Well, two people took it well, and one didn't. The one happens to be female, 12 years old, and loves being with her mom. She called me from camp crying, very upset, asking me not to take the job. Her fear is that with me working evenings, she thinks she won't get to see me. And having an older child, I know that that feeling is not going to last much longer. I just couldn't do it. Even having others, including my husband and mother, telling me "she'll adjust, she'll be fine, she'll get used to it, do what you need to do" I just couldn't do it. I would do anything for my kids. They come first to me. And the idea of her being heartbroken because she thinks she won't get to spend time with me just about ripped my heart out. So yes, even knowing that I would be making more money, working an easier shift, having more benefits and stability, I called them back and turned down the job. Even though I'm disappointed, I'm also relieved. You see, my child is happy. And that is most important to me. I won't have them with me forever. These years will soon be gone. No regrets- that's my theme since my brother died. There will always be other jobs. I don't have other kids. So, that's what happened with the abrupt change of plans. And no, I don't regret it...

change of plans

I'm not going into the story now, but there's been a definite change of plans. Looks like I'm staying at the job I'm at for now. Declined the new job offer for complicated reasons involving my family. I know that God has a plan; I keep telling myself that.

New beginnings

I have accepted a job with the other nursing home here in town. I'm really excited about the change. More money, too! That's a definite bonus. Leaving for vacation on Sunday. Lots of things to look forward to...

Just thinking...

I am so glad that I'm off for two days! Counting down the days to vacation... Waiting to see about the other job. Still have mixed feelings, but not stressed about it. That is a definite improvement for me- not stressing!!
I guess Sarah's hair is kinda growing on me. It's faded a "little" bit. Maybe I'm just getting used to it, but I'm actually starting to kind of like it. Still very mad at her, though. But I'll get over that too.
Jessica is going to band camp at Henderson next week. She's really really excited. I'm happy for her. We've got to start getting her stuff together pretty soon. Probably on Saturday. Greg will be taking her and her friend who is also going. Wish I could go too, but have to work as usual.
Don't really know much else. I'm SOOOO proud of my friend Darlene for passing her vital signs skills for her CNA class!! You go, girl!!! I knew you could do it :)

Mad

I honestly do not think I will survive having a teenage daughter. If my youngest ends up being like my oldest, please please shoot me now!!!
I was just posting yesterday about her getting this brand new haircut. It was so cute!! Made her look like this very pretty teenage girl. Then she gets the bright idea that she wants to color her hair. I was okay with this to a degree. She's had highlights and red streaks and wanted it to be all one color again. That was fine and I was agreeable to choosing a dark brown shade of haircolor. Mistake number one: that only led to a fight. I chose "honey brown" and she wanted "midnight black". Excuse me... NOOOO!!!! We compromised with a chocolate brown. Still darker than I liked, but I thought I could handle it. She decided to use it last night. I read the instructions and we applied it. I told her not to leave it on past 20 minutes or it would get too dark. I then got busy doing other things. Well, I guess there was a little note in the instructions I missed about getting "dramatic results" by leaving it in up to 40 minutes. Well, guess what my stubborn know it all daughter did??? You guessed it. Now she has black fried looking hair and she loves it! I can't look at her without being furious. I called her a little goth wanna be. She thinks it's cool and could care less what I think. I'm now sitting in my room trying to count to ten and reciting the Serenity prayer because every time I look at her I start boiling. Don't think I'm going to make it through these years...