A few days in...

I began my new job this week and just like any other new job, there is a lot to learn. I'm thankful for a very patient co-worker who is training me. I've had a very warm welcome from most every one there.

Thankfully, today is Saturday and I don't have to get up for anything work or school related. Someone should tell the girls that as they were up at 7:15. I won't complain, it's still later than 6.

Next week will be the true test. I'll have to get up extra early to drive my girls to Mimi and Papa's while hubs and I work. A 90 minute round trip BEFORE I go to work and then I get to repeat it at the end of the day. I'll also have to wake, dress, cajole and load two sleepy girls. If it's easier than nailing jello to a wall then I'll consider it a success. It's a small price to pay for better work. I just hope they don't get car sick on the way there.

I was thinking this morning that this is the first time in my life that I have worked normal business hours since I've had children. And my oldest is 13!  I've always had jobs that were odd hours.
I'm not complaining, it's rather nice to be off at 5. And everyone in my home seems a little happier. Is it the new job happiness, the cooler weather or my imagination? Any way, I won't complain. I'm happy to see everyone at home happy and content.

Time to enjoy my weekend.

A day of rest.

I've been hearing it creep up on the girls. A little sniffle, a little cough and now it's gone full blown. An end of summer cold. N's been a little sluggish and runny eyed the last few days but now she's congested and tired. So far, she's doing pretty good with it. K, poor little gal, has it a little worse. She's far more congested and of course, that's frustrating for her. Hard to drink her bottle when she can't breathe thru her nose. And to make it worse, when she lays down, she's uncomfortable from the congestion.

Fast forward to this morning, they're both a little crabby and stuffy. After breakfast, that they barely touched, I plunked them into a warm bath and let them play. Warm bath, lots of soapy bubbles, warm pj's from the dryer and warm towels to wrap up in. I think that hit the spot with both of them. It's a stay home in pajama day for sure.

K was ready for nap before I could get her in pj's. Thankfully the humidifier and a pillow to sleep on is helping her sleep. N is camping on the sofa and having a movie day. Oatmeal, cambric tea, soup and bread for the good heal your soul food. You'd think it was 30 degrees and the middle of winter but not so. It's around 85 right now. Oh well. A nice lazy day will do us all good.

My new job starts tomorrow and tying up those last few loose ends is a good way for me to spend the day. Between tea parties, blanket forts and coloring, it'll all get done.

Wish me luck on the new job, quick healing for the girls and no cold for me.

Wow, weight has been lifted...

I tried short hair once. I was 13 or so. It was cute, I liked it then but I had to go thru that whole awkward growing out phase. How nice that I spent my ENTIRE high school years in said phase. Never again.

Fast forward 10 years..(ok 15....ok ok.20 years) and I haven't cut my hair since. Of course, I've had my hair trimmed and cut a little here and there but nothing drastic. I'd look like Crystal Gale if I hadn't.

Until yesterday.

With a new job starting next week I decided that a new haircut was in order. I showed my lovely and talented friend where I wanted it to fall. A little past my shoulders.

She ponied it up and took off 12 inches of hair! I knew it was long but not that long. The errant hairs all over the house might have given me a clue but to hold it in my hand (as I did intend to donate to Locks of Love) was a little surprising.

3 hours later, my hair is highlighted once again and much much shorter. True to her word, it falls just below my shoulders. My head feels like it's going to float away for all the weight that's gone. It's cute, it's different and more importantly..I love it!

It isn't as short as my middle school-awkward-growing-out-at-a-most-painful-time, but it's short, for me.

The first comment, aside from my talented hairdressing friend, was from my fantastic sitter and wine guru, BB, she said it immediately made me look younger. And I love her for that.

Have you ever taken a drastic cut? Like it, love it, hated it?

PS. I checked out Locks for Love website before I filled out the donation form and mailed it in and discoverd that they will take colored hair but not bleached hair. Mine had been highlighted in the past so my hair was a no no for this.

Changes.......

After 6 1/2 years of working in 911, I'm taking a new job. In the 6 1/2 years, my life has changed in so many ways. Most notable are my daughters. Two blessings that I never thought I'd have. I had all but written off having more children but God decided otherwise.

So with a new job, comes new routines. Thankfully, Grandma (Mimi) and Grandpa (Papa) will take the girls on days that we need a sitter. I know they'll be safe, secure and well cared for. And maybe a little spoiled. It'll be such a new change for all of us.

One of the perks of the new job is that I no longer have to wear combat boots and polos to work. Skirts and heels will return. Woohoo!

Wish me luck as we venture onward and upward.

Michelle