Logan: "Mom, if I won 10 million dollars I would give it to...
-1 million for cancer
-500,000 to Nan (my mom), 500,000 to Paco and Lilia (my husband's parents)
-A $10,000 shopping spree to American girl for Sylvie and Venice
He went on and on but it also included....
"A few nights at that luxury hotel on an island we just watched on tv...."
"I would hire an engineer to make a robot out of a Yug-i-oh character...."
Get this kid a lottery ticket, hope he's lucky!
Logan: "I think B is a sister to Ella." Sylvie agrees. I had recently heard B is 'popular'. Me: "Hey Logan, how do you like B? I haven't heard you talk about him before." Logan thinks about it for a minute. "He's okay. He's good at sports. My teacher says he's cocky, and I agree." I don't know in what context the teacher talked about that but it had me laughing!
Sylvie in the car ride home.
"Mom, I would just love to be in a hotel. I want to sleep in a hotel tonight."
Me : "Well I agree, it's so nice and luxurious to stay in a nice hotel. But I'd rather stay in one when we have a chance to explore a nice city."
Sylvie: "Like Seattle. I want to go back to Seattle. " Logan "Me too!" Venice "Me too!" Maybe it was and is our love of the city, but they certainly mention it and the San Francisco vacation often and ask to move back often too.
Sylvie "What if it was a day where parents couldn't say no? I would say 'Let's move to Seattle and we would have to do it." "And then I would ask to t.p. (toilet paper) someone's house." This one, she is going to be trouble when she can get out and about alone!
Friday, May 29, 2015
Saturday, May 16, 2015
New... Old Job
I lost my job in October due to a lack of work. I had really enjoyed this job and I had a hard time letting it go. So by December I had a new job and big hopes that this would be a good fit. Bigger company, they had more work, bigger projects, a traditional firm that used the software I enjoyed. Full time meant a huge change and we headed full-force into this new stage of life.
Well wouldn't you know this was the winter of everyone being sick all the time. Even I was out for the count for an entire weekend and dragged myself into a walk-in clinic to find out I had a sinus infection and bronchitis. Ugh. All of the kids each had something or more than one something. Jorge had multiple things including kidney stones. Our parent babysitters also had things going on. Full time for me meant Jorge took a lot of days off!
And the job wasn't a great fit. It was a big learning curve at first, and then well, you can't really discuss logistics on a public website but it wasn't bringing me joy or enjoyment or fulfillment. I'm just shy of 6 months in and I have given my notice. I was asked back to my old job and jumped at the opportunity. I'll be starting back in my favorite place to work- Oak Park. Should be crazy being back in action and also see some old projects.
My kids have seen so much interviewing, job hunting, working hard to make a career- I'm hoping this is at least a life skill that they can learn from, that if the first real job isn't fulfilling, try try again! And not to burn bridges because you never know when you'll go back to an old job. For me this is the 3rd time I've gone back, and I had interviewed before I took the job the first time but accepted a different job. It's been a long time to say the least. I guess I know a good thing when it's here!
Well wouldn't you know this was the winter of everyone being sick all the time. Even I was out for the count for an entire weekend and dragged myself into a walk-in clinic to find out I had a sinus infection and bronchitis. Ugh. All of the kids each had something or more than one something. Jorge had multiple things including kidney stones. Our parent babysitters also had things going on. Full time for me meant Jorge took a lot of days off!
And the job wasn't a great fit. It was a big learning curve at first, and then well, you can't really discuss logistics on a public website but it wasn't bringing me joy or enjoyment or fulfillment. I'm just shy of 6 months in and I have given my notice. I was asked back to my old job and jumped at the opportunity. I'll be starting back in my favorite place to work- Oak Park. Should be crazy being back in action and also see some old projects.
My kids have seen so much interviewing, job hunting, working hard to make a career- I'm hoping this is at least a life skill that they can learn from, that if the first real job isn't fulfilling, try try again! And not to burn bridges because you never know when you'll go back to an old job. For me this is the 3rd time I've gone back, and I had interviewed before I took the job the first time but accepted a different job. It's been a long time to say the least. I guess I know a good thing when it's here!
Sunday, May 3, 2015
Trying to clean on a Sunday morning....
Carly pup whines and wakes first. I get up with her and think "oh goody! I can be productive." Start putting away groceries. Garbage and recycling are overflowing. Logan arrives and starts chatting a mile a minute. Stop every 3 minutes trying to digest and respond to him.
Trying to put groceries away from yesterday that require reorganization in cabinets or bringing to the basement. Knock a hidden glass down off the counter. It's in an odd spot and takes awhile to clean up. Later I vacuum and find even more shards all over the place. Place gently into the overflowing garbage.
Fifteen minutes later, Venice is up. Hold her, get her a drink.
Logan keeps yelling at the dog to get off the couch. I ask why and he takes 3 full minutes to get to the point in a roundabout way about the fact that the dog is covered in burrs. Good grief! Spend time on the phone with Petsmart signing up for the last haircut slot of the day. Spend lots of time picking 100 burrs off of the dog (there are 300 more). She of course is still a puppy so she's ever so helpful by sitting still- not!
Try to get the garbage cans unloaded to the alley but I'm interrupted 4 times, including realizing Sylvie just let the dog into the yard and the gate is wide open. Sylvie is now up and running around 300 miles per hour trying to modge podge (so I'm digging in the basement for sponge brushes while starting laundry including Venice's blanket that needs to be done by nap time). Realize I need yet another thing from the store (fabric softener).
Venice and Logan got into the pistachios so now there are shells all over my couch. I sit next to Venice to open the remaining pistachios and then haul out the vacuum, deal with the broken glass and the pistachio mess. Venice is now on the other side of the room tearing into the toys making a mess.
I get the trash cans outside because something leaked and they are a mess. Trying to hose them down is hilarious as Venice of course needs to come outside. Which requires shoes. And Sylvie needs to roller blade. Which requires knee pads. In the locked car. And the dog needs to come outside and cause trouble. Again. Oh, and Sylvie comes out crying that her tooth hurts and I lead her to the toothpick kid flossers. Later she comes out- a piece of her tooth has fallen out. These kids and their teeth are ridiculous!!!! We just dealt with emergency dental visits for both the girls last month.
Finally get the cans washed while Venice demands my every ounce of attention.
Come inside "Mom I'm hungry." All three kids.
Trying to wash the dishes but the dog is in the dishwasher, and Venice is demanding to use the dirty dishes and throws a fit that I threw away the old juice from a juice jug that we bought yesterday.
Venice poops just as I'm trying to wipe down some toy shelves that have a three inch layer of muck on them.
It's about 8 am.
I have all day to get bits of cleaning in but honestly I'm already exhausted from trying!!!! Going to take a few sips of coffee and then try to get back to the toy shelves... which means someone will have a crisis right?
Trying to put groceries away from yesterday that require reorganization in cabinets or bringing to the basement. Knock a hidden glass down off the counter. It's in an odd spot and takes awhile to clean up. Later I vacuum and find even more shards all over the place. Place gently into the overflowing garbage.
Fifteen minutes later, Venice is up. Hold her, get her a drink.
Logan keeps yelling at the dog to get off the couch. I ask why and he takes 3 full minutes to get to the point in a roundabout way about the fact that the dog is covered in burrs. Good grief! Spend time on the phone with Petsmart signing up for the last haircut slot of the day. Spend lots of time picking 100 burrs off of the dog (there are 300 more). She of course is still a puppy so she's ever so helpful by sitting still- not!
Try to get the garbage cans unloaded to the alley but I'm interrupted 4 times, including realizing Sylvie just let the dog into the yard and the gate is wide open. Sylvie is now up and running around 300 miles per hour trying to modge podge (so I'm digging in the basement for sponge brushes while starting laundry including Venice's blanket that needs to be done by nap time). Realize I need yet another thing from the store (fabric softener).
Venice and Logan got into the pistachios so now there are shells all over my couch. I sit next to Venice to open the remaining pistachios and then haul out the vacuum, deal with the broken glass and the pistachio mess. Venice is now on the other side of the room tearing into the toys making a mess.
I get the trash cans outside because something leaked and they are a mess. Trying to hose them down is hilarious as Venice of course needs to come outside. Which requires shoes. And Sylvie needs to roller blade. Which requires knee pads. In the locked car. And the dog needs to come outside and cause trouble. Again. Oh, and Sylvie comes out crying that her tooth hurts and I lead her to the toothpick kid flossers. Later she comes out- a piece of her tooth has fallen out. These kids and their teeth are ridiculous!!!! We just dealt with emergency dental visits for both the girls last month.
Finally get the cans washed while Venice demands my every ounce of attention.
Come inside "Mom I'm hungry." All three kids.
Trying to wash the dishes but the dog is in the dishwasher, and Venice is demanding to use the dirty dishes and throws a fit that I threw away the old juice from a juice jug that we bought yesterday.
Venice poops just as I'm trying to wipe down some toy shelves that have a three inch layer of muck on them.
It's about 8 am.
I have all day to get bits of cleaning in but honestly I'm already exhausted from trying!!!! Going to take a few sips of coffee and then try to get back to the toy shelves... which means someone will have a crisis right?
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