Two, and three.

I've been a working mother for a while now. I worked one day a week while the Orclette was little. It allowed me to stay with her yet still interact with adults. When we moved here my job was the sole source of income so I bumped up the workload. That's also when Miniorc came on the horizon and gave me the worst nausea I've ever felt:) Fun times. Then I was the sole parent while Damm was away for training and didn't work. Then Damm came back and I worked one or two days per week. Then his financial aid ran out. Fortunately a position at work opened up so I was able to get more hours. I was also enrolled in two classes; I estimate my weekly workload (including the job and homework) at anywhere from 40-50 hours. Now I'm looking at a possible full-time position; if I did that my workload would be only 40 hours because I wouldn't be taking any classes. More time with the kids, right? Yay! Except that when I contemplate the transition from part-time to full-time, e...

The one thing I wanted to do for Mother's Day? Sleep in. I put in the request early, reminded Damm and then stayed up late watching "The Vow". 9 a.m. the next morning my husband and kids bounced in with flowers, big smiles and loud cries of "Happy Mother's Day!" I think we've forgotten what sleeping in means in this family. After two cups of coffee and breakfast from Mcdonald's I felt like a person and rather enjoyed the rest of the day. I bought a 54-ounce bottle for my iced coffee (24-ounces just wasn't cutting it) and a new bottle for my protein shakes. Life is good. And here are my adorable kids: I love this one. Looks like (to me, anyway) that I staged it. I did no such thing of course, it was pure accident. The hat goes everywhere he goes. Yes, Miniorc is picking his nose. Note the camo hat and cowboy boots. He watered himself instead of the garden. She took his flowers and put one "in my ear"...