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Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Don't know what you've got 'till it's gone

Ok, ok, I admit I judged Husband a little harshly. Working is so much more exhausting than I remembered, and I'm afraid I was pretty judgmental if he didn't have energy left to hang out with us after work. After every shift I've worked this week, I've gone home, eaten the first available thing, collapsed into bed, and slept for hours on end. It has taken a lot out of me! But it's nice to go out and meet people, talk about grown-up things, and be taken seriously.

Things I already miss:
Having time to read
Having emotional energy to write
Lying around in my pajamas with the kids watching TV while I woke up
Eating something more than finger food
Evenings with Husband (now I just go to bed at 8pm so I can get up at 5am for work!)

Things I already love about working:
Coming home to my kids who have actually missed me!
The way Husband looks at me in my work clothes, like he's actually impressed with me.
Husband did the DISHES while I was at work! Seriously!

Anyway, enough about work for now.
Yesterday my mother-in-law and brother-in-law came to our house. We decided (at 5pm) to go for a walk to the park with the kids! What a great idea! Except, it wasn't. Halfway there we were wiping sweat from our foreheads and wondering what on earth we were thinking leaving the air conditioned apartment. At the park we were all too tired and hot to even play, and Max spent more time at the drinking fountain than he did on the playground. Then we still had to walk back... and the best part: the stroller's supports are metal, and they got so hot that they just bent and broke as we were walking. The 28-lb "baby" had to be carried home.

Oh, and did you know there are still ice cream trucks? The Ice Cream Man drove his noisy little van up and down that street about a billion times while we were walking home with those too-hot boys. I wanted to scream, "We don't have any money, creep! It's time to go somewhere else!!!"  Instead I just got to tell my boys over and over, "No, really, we didn't bring any money with us."  Carrying the broken stroller back was pretty cool too.

I think you've probably already picked up on the fact that this post isn't about anything in particular. I'm just happy to be home with my boys instead of at work on my feet processing hundreds of boxes of shipment!  The SaHM gig is even better than I thought.

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