I started at Target 2 weeks ago. I quickly discovered that wild monkeys could run a store better. Honestly, I am not sure how they remain open AND make any money with the high school and young college kids running the show. They are extremely disorganized (a HUGE pet peeve of mine) and no one communicates with anyone else. After the end of my first week, I gave my notice. My last day was supposed to be today. Buuut, I got sick this week and feel like sheer hell (seriously, I am waiting for my head to explode from all of the pressure), so I called off yesterday and today. I did not want to stand behind a cashier counter and try to be pleasant to the public for 6 or 8 hours at a time when all I would really want to do is crawl underneath my covers and sink into a blissful Benedryl sleep. Travis was a trooper in helping me do that last night. I felt better today, and some retail therapy helped me feel lots better! (We ended up getting some new pillows and a down pillow top for the mattress, so now I really can't wait for bedtime! Ahhh, Benedryl really is good stuff!)
Not only did Target suck to work at, but it was a crazy schedule for Travis and I to try and coordinate. It takes him 20 to 30 minutes to get home from work. It takes me another 30 minutes to drive to Target from the house. So, Travis was racing home every night after leaving work at 430. I had to be ready to go, waiting int he driveway to jump in his car (the truck is a gas hog, so it was more cost efficient for me to take the car back and forth) and then race to Target to clock in a minute before my shift was supposed to start. Too crazy for me! I don't like to feel stress like that. In addition to all of that stress, the boys hated me going to work every night. They gave Travis hell for a half an hour or so every night I left, and it broke my heart having to hear about them crying for so long just so I could have some "mommy time". Honestly, I think I get enough me time during nap time, so, for now, I am going to stay home for a bit, work on selling Avon, and maybe look for something a bit more closer to my educational aspirations and level of professionalism later this summer. I am also looking at different schools to see about going back for my Master's degree. First, though, I need to figure out what I want to be when I grow up.
Brady's speech therapy seems to be helping a bunch. He is already starting to imitate the signs we are showing him. I am not sure why it is taking someone else to show him the same signs we have been using since he was an infant for him to reciprocate, but whatever, it is working. In addition to adding the signing, he is also saying 2 more words (eat and up) as well as a couple others he started to say before therapy actually started (car, truck ,off). With all of that, he is still a stinker for Travis and I, when WE ask him to sign or speak the words he freely throws around while his therapist is here. AH well, at least I KNOW he can do it, he just has the stubbornness of his grandfather in him. ~8-P
Bryce is excited to be starting back to preschool again. When we first moved here, I heard that the preschools here do not accept mid-year admissions. Stupid me never bothered to call and check on that. Until I was at my Brandon Mom's meeting last week and was informed that the information I had was incorrect. So, when we got home from playgroup later that day, I called around and, sure enough, found one that I think will match our needs perfectly, is reasonably priced, and has an opening. We are going to check it out on Monday and, if all goes well, he can start on Wednesday. He is super excited to be able to go to "big boy preschool". I am hoping the alone time I will have with Brady will be helpful in my working with his speech. (I won't have an older brother repeating everything I am saying, trying to drown Brady's attempts out, in order to get the praise Brady so deserves for talking or at least, attempting to talk.)
Bryce has informed me that he "loves to talk" (not sure where he got that trait. Certainly not his mother!). He blames this love of speech as his reason for the never ending questions. At least now, I know WHY he never shuts up and every word out of his mouth is involved in a question, in some way or another. Either that, or a new Bryceism of the week. This week's Bryceism is especially funny. . .
On Wednesday night, Travis and i were able to get the boys bathed and ready for bed earlier than normal. Because they had not had a nap, Brady was out before 8 PM. Bryce was not quite ready to go to bed, so I told him he could go downstairs with us to watch television until 830, as long as he promised to be quiet. He agreed, so we curled up in my recliner, under my favorite blankie and started to watch television. I was thoroughly enjoying some serious snuggles from a little boy who is now too busy to stop for snuggles from mommy anymore. He smelled so sweet from his bath and lotion, and the softness of his hair against my cheek was reminiscent of his infant days. I softly kissed his forehead and he sweetly looked up at me.
Bryce - "Mommy?"
Me - (expecting a sweet "I love you" or something similarly sweet)- "hmmmmm?"
Bryce - "You know what I wish?"
Me - (still full of sweet expectations) - "What do you wish, baby?"
Bryce - (grinning towards his father, which should have given me a heads up) - "I wish I had a big ole butt, like daddy".
Travis - "gee, thanks buddy"
I couldn't help myself. I burst out laughing. It was quite funny, at Travis's expense. Honestly, I was just grateful he hasn't noticed the girth of my own rear end yet! However, as he so often informs me, thanks to his second cousin this past summer, "I like big butts, and I can not lie . . . " Hmmmm, maybe I should start saving for his therapy?
Not only did Target suck to work at, but it was a crazy schedule for Travis and I to try and coordinate. It takes him 20 to 30 minutes to get home from work. It takes me another 30 minutes to drive to Target from the house. So, Travis was racing home every night after leaving work at 430. I had to be ready to go, waiting int he driveway to jump in his car (the truck is a gas hog, so it was more cost efficient for me to take the car back and forth) and then race to Target to clock in a minute before my shift was supposed to start. Too crazy for me! I don't like to feel stress like that. In addition to all of that stress, the boys hated me going to work every night. They gave Travis hell for a half an hour or so every night I left, and it broke my heart having to hear about them crying for so long just so I could have some "mommy time". Honestly, I think I get enough me time during nap time, so, for now, I am going to stay home for a bit, work on selling Avon, and maybe look for something a bit more closer to my educational aspirations and level of professionalism later this summer. I am also looking at different schools to see about going back for my Master's degree. First, though, I need to figure out what I want to be when I grow up.
Brady's speech therapy seems to be helping a bunch. He is already starting to imitate the signs we are showing him. I am not sure why it is taking someone else to show him the same signs we have been using since he was an infant for him to reciprocate, but whatever, it is working. In addition to adding the signing, he is also saying 2 more words (eat and up) as well as a couple others he started to say before therapy actually started (car, truck ,off). With all of that, he is still a stinker for Travis and I, when WE ask him to sign or speak the words he freely throws around while his therapist is here. AH well, at least I KNOW he can do it, he just has the stubbornness of his grandfather in him. ~8-P
Bryce is excited to be starting back to preschool again. When we first moved here, I heard that the preschools here do not accept mid-year admissions. Stupid me never bothered to call and check on that. Until I was at my Brandon Mom's meeting last week and was informed that the information I had was incorrect. So, when we got home from playgroup later that day, I called around and, sure enough, found one that I think will match our needs perfectly, is reasonably priced, and has an opening. We are going to check it out on Monday and, if all goes well, he can start on Wednesday. He is super excited to be able to go to "big boy preschool". I am hoping the alone time I will have with Brady will be helpful in my working with his speech. (I won't have an older brother repeating everything I am saying, trying to drown Brady's attempts out, in order to get the praise Brady so deserves for talking or at least, attempting to talk.)
Bryce has informed me that he "loves to talk" (not sure where he got that trait. Certainly not his mother!). He blames this love of speech as his reason for the never ending questions. At least now, I know WHY he never shuts up and every word out of his mouth is involved in a question, in some way or another. Either that, or a new Bryceism of the week. This week's Bryceism is especially funny. . .
On Wednesday night, Travis and i were able to get the boys bathed and ready for bed earlier than normal. Because they had not had a nap, Brady was out before 8 PM. Bryce was not quite ready to go to bed, so I told him he could go downstairs with us to watch television until 830, as long as he promised to be quiet. He agreed, so we curled up in my recliner, under my favorite blankie and started to watch television. I was thoroughly enjoying some serious snuggles from a little boy who is now too busy to stop for snuggles from mommy anymore. He smelled so sweet from his bath and lotion, and the softness of his hair against my cheek was reminiscent of his infant days. I softly kissed his forehead and he sweetly looked up at me.
Bryce - "Mommy?"
Me - (expecting a sweet "I love you" or something similarly sweet)- "hmmmmm?"
Bryce - "You know what I wish?"
Me - (still full of sweet expectations) - "What do you wish, baby?"
Bryce - (grinning towards his father, which should have given me a heads up) - "I wish I had a big ole butt, like daddy".
Travis - "gee, thanks buddy"
I couldn't help myself. I burst out laughing. It was quite funny, at Travis's expense. Honestly, I was just grateful he hasn't noticed the girth of my own rear end yet! However, as he so often informs me, thanks to his second cousin this past summer, "I like big butts, and I can not lie . . . " Hmmmm, maybe I should start saving for his therapy?
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