TGIF?

As a kid I looked forward to Fridays. We would go to my grandparents' house, order pizza and watch all the awesome programing on TGIF. (Thank Goodness Its Friday) The adults would play cards or talk while we kids played. The love of Friday as the beginning of the weekend continued throughout the years I was in school.

While in middle and high school Friday signaled sporting events, movie night, date night and slumber parties with friends. In college it meant a few days I could procrastinate on a paper, hang with my friends, party or see my boyfriend. However, now I am in the real world and there is no such thing as a weekend.

Currently I am working two part-time jobs.  First I work 20-25 hours a week as a cake decorator, usually 7am-noon or 1pm. This includes most Friday, Saturdays and Sundays. When I get off work I go and pick up my daughter for a few hours of hopefully happy quality time before I have to go to work again. If I am lucky I get to see my hubby before the second shift starts, if not then my daughter goes to my parents' house until hubby is off work.

My second shift is working at a restaurant where I wait on tables. The food is good and most of the time the people are great, but it's often inconsistent in the amount of business we do, and thus the amount of money I make.  I work here 4 nights a week, starting at 4pm and running until, well it just depends on the customers, often 10pm though sometimes earlier and sometimes later. This job always includes Friday and Saturday nights unless I have a good reason to ask off.

As you can guess, by the end of the weekends I have been dog tired and want to do nothing but sleep, but often I don't have the luxury. There is always another shift that has to be worked, a house to be cleaned, errands to run and a baby to take care of. I have to admit that my husband has taken on a lot by watching our daughter on those nights I am at the restaurant and I couldn't be happier that they have such a great relationship, I just wish that he and I got to spend more time together.

I have been running this schedule for 7 months, and I feel like I have aged 10 years in that time. I love the jobs and the people but the stress of not seeing my family, the hate of having inconsistent paychecks and the desire to live up to the education I have, won out in the end.  Finally a company has seen my potential and has offered me a position. I will be working in an office, so no more food particles stuck on my cloths at the end of the shift, a regular 9-5 job, M-F with 1 Saturday a month and better pay. OMG, what will I do with all that extra time? Spend it with my family and friends.

How convient?

In a world where everything is rushed and consumers want everything now how much time are we actually saving ourselves? An example, 8 minute abs. Now I know I am not one to judge since I never make it to the gym myself, but for those trying to lose weight and/or tone their abs is 8 minutes really sufficient? If someone spends all day sitting at a desk and eating greasy unhealthy food can they really expect to get a perfectly chiseled body in under an hour a week (providing that they work out the total 8 minutes, 7 days a week.)


Anyway moving on to what brings me to the subject in the first place. Today as I left my job as a cake decorator at the grocery store I passed by the bank. Its fairly normal to see a car at the ATM, usually taking a few dollars out for lunch or whatever, but this man was not. The man in question was out of his truck. Isn't the convenience suppose to be that you can stay in your vehicle to do your banking? Not only was he out of the truck but he had apparently locked himself out. After a few desperate attempts to open the door to no avail, he climbed into the bed of the truck where he was attempting to open the little window to the cab. It appeared to be locked. Not that it probably mattered as this was a large man and I doubt that the 8 minute abs had slimmed him down enough to fit through the child sized opening. I don't know if he ever got his truck unlocked or if he had to break down and get AAA over there, but I doubt that the quick trip to the bank was as quick as he had hoped.  So in his attempt to rush he actually cost himself more time and probably more money in the long run.  I guess the moral of today's blog is 1) don't rush it apparently doesn't help, and 2) don't be the idiot who locks himself out of the car at the ATM.

Big girl bed

Ok so it's the end of my first blog day and what exciting things transpired today? I had the day off, as did my husband. So did we hit up the movie theater, or go out for picnic or something like that? Nope. We took down our daughter's crib and put her big girl bed up. Which caused me a few problems. First off, I know she is not yet 15 months but this is a large step towards becoming a "big girl" and a step away from babyhood. Which is a slippery slope to childhood, to becoming a teenager, an adult and leaving me behind. I know, I shouldn't get ahead of myself, there will be plenty of time for all of this in a few years.

After assembly on the "new" bed was complete we proceeded to try to get her to use it for nap time. Thus the second problem. Anyone who has had to put a child down for an unwanted nap understands the fit that followed, thankfully it was short compared to the tales I have heard from other mothers. After laying with me in the bed for 10 minutes and screaming like I was feeding her to lions instead of just trying to get her to sleep she finally relented and feel asleep.
Which brings me to my next worrisome issue. Though I was glad that she slumbered I was worried since her head as 3 inches from falling off the foot of the bed. I quickly put pillows around to break her fall should she move too much in her sleep. Thankfully she made it through both naps today without any incident but I know it's only a matter of time and she will tumble.
But I guess that is just how life is, no matter what I do and how many pillows I pile up eventually she will fall and some times she will be fine and other times there will be a bump or a bruise that I will lovingly patch and kiss to make it all better.
I guess for now I should relax and enjoy the good things, like Eva wanting to snuggle and give me kisses and worry about the other things as they come up.

I'm a lemming

"If all your friends jumped off a cliff would you?" Generally you are suppose to answer no that you wouldn't but let's be real, hell ya I would otherwise I would be bored because all the cool people are gone. So here I am, a lemming following my friends into the blogging zone.

Katie blogs on random things, which are funny but not the kind of experiences that I have these days. Joanna blogs on wedding prep, which I have already gone through. So what do I blog about? I can blog about being married for almost 4 years, having 2 crazy dogs and a baby that's almost 15 months old. Nothing crazy happens in my life these days. I'm just a 26 year old with a mortgage, who works too much and has awesome friends and family. I am sure though in the clutter that is my everyday life I can find something that will entertain the masses. Guess we will have to wait and see...