19.87 hours

Is that even legal? That my friends is how many hours I worked today. I went in at 12 pm last night and got off at 7:30 pm tonight. I am exhausted. My body hurts. My fingers feel like they are going to fall off and my feet are killing me.

And the results are.....

Got the job! Boom baby!

The end of my two year hiatus

I'm going to an interview today. I haven't worked for the MAN for almost two years. I've been a SAHM for awhile now and I'm very sad to change my routine...but excited too. "It's a complicated emotion" -Finding Nemo. Hmmm maybe I do need to be around adults more... F

If your wondering where I will be *possibly* coming out of retirement to its Kneaders Bakery as a Pastry Assistant. I figured if I can work in a bakery doing what I like it will look better for my 5 year plan of opening my own bakery. Plus the hours are ideal. I would work 5-1 so I will be home by lunch and still be able to have the day with my A. Ill just miss breakfast and changing his morning shit diaper. (The shit diaper will not be missed)

So wish me luck, I'm sure if I get the job I will be lacking sleep and my messy house will be even messier. Make ahead freezer meals are going to be my new hobby. My A will surely miss me like crazy for the 4 hours of his life I'm going to miss.

Ill update later! Wish me luck!

Only child thoughts

It sure is funny how people are so involved in your personal decisions. When you first start dating someone and are together over a year the question you get is "When are you two getting married?" So you bite the bullet and get married. Once you have been married awhile you start getting asked "When are you two going to have a kid?" So eventually you have a kid. Then when your kid turns one people start asking "When are you having another one?".

When did it become so important to have to put in your two sense about another persons family? I feel like we are constantly having to defend our tentative decision to have only one kid to everyone. Is it really that bad?? Sure I have a sister and I know what it's like having a sibling. But I also know several only children who are perfectly happy without a sibling. The pros and cons of both options are just about equal in my book.

With only one child you can give that kid your complete attention. Financially you won't have to worry because your not buying clothes, paying for school and extracurricular activities for more then one person. Your kid will grow up being the first and last child and will naturally assume those roles. The stigma about it is they aren't as social as children with siblings, they won't know how to share or interact well with others. Really? Because I'm pretty positive if you keep your child involved they will be able to do these things. Sure only child enjoy their privacy and naturally withdraw from groups when they want alone time, but they also have the benefit of knowing that they can have alone time whenever they want.

Siblings are a whole different story. Two kids or more mean double the work and time. And I question if I really want to do that. My sister and I didn't get along when we were younger. We weren't all that close because we really had nothing in common. Sure we would talk about how crazy our parents were, or if she would sneak out I would pretend not to know so I didn't get in trouble too. When I think back on my childhood I really only remember us fighting or arguing about something. Yeah we hung out but didn't have the same friends so she would drag me to all these parties and I would sit there like the dorky sister who was just there to lie to mom when we got home. In all honesty we only got close when we hit 20. So when I'm asked about giving A a sibling, to me it's up in the air. Based on my life it's nice to have someone there to deal with everything, but when your not close to your sibling the whole playmate scenario doesn't really matter.

Andrew is pretty set on his decision to only have one. After writing all this down it kind of seems like I'm in that same mindset. But I'm trying to keep my mind open just in case I change it or Andrew changes his. As far as how I feel right now, I don't have the urge to get pregnant again. Who knows how long that will last but I don't foresee it changing anytime soon.

Not it!

Anyone who knows me knows that I am all about the cloth. The adorable little fluffy cloth bum that A sports around in appealing colors with cute names.... Awww. That is, cute until you have to wash those bitches. Actually no, I'm a liar. When he was little I didn't mind washing them at all. You could just throw the shit in the toilet thanks to the handy liners and call it a day. I can still do that but now he has "real" shit. I'm talking shit shit. The shut that makes you eyes burn and your stomach curl. I dread using them lately because I somehow can't figure out the sizing and he has been leaking all over. Uggghhhh. I need to start potty training ASAP! But first I need to move him to a big boy bed. Great.

Enough ranting and raving I just wanted to give a shout out to Adrian's cloth diapers and let them know that I f-ing hate them right now. :)

So we meet again!

Typical girl here. I hate my body but continue to scarf down junk and I am a total Del Taco Whore. So after a long discussion (argument) about "Me Time" with the husband, I sat (and ate) and really thought about what kind of me time I really enjoyed that was beneficial. The conclusion? Bikram Yoga of course!

I haven't gone to Bikram since A was around 8 months old. I was going 6 days a week for a good 2 months but stopped. The benefits of this kind of yoga are huge, the cost to do this kind of yoga is also huge. That's one of the main reasons I stopped. You have to shell out $110 a month for unlimited 30 days. WTF? But here I am doing just that. I went this morning and thought I was going to 1: pass out on the floor, or 2: puke all over Teacher Gordon. Thankfully I did neither. I did come to realize that I am out of shape and sore as shit already.

So here I go! Embarking on yet another fitness goal that I am determined to stick to this time. Wish me luck!

An actual fun day!

Today was the first Sunday in a long time the Drew didn't have something to do. The garage is clean, the grass is dead so he doesnt have to mow it, there is nothing for him to fix or take apart and put back together. Nothing! So we were able to do something fun just the three of us. Zoo here we come! I try to plan shit around A and his nap time so we don't have a melt down when we go places. Today he stayed up for the whole hour long ride and convienently passed out 5 minutes before we got there. So we did what any good parent who just drove an hour to the zoo to entertain their kid would do... We gave his little ass some sugar to wake him up! Zzzzzz nothing. Cling master. So we checked out the elephants he gave a small smile. Rode the  carousel, he hated it. Looked at the new Polar Bear exhibit he loved it. Gave him some french fries and fruit punch and played by the giant water globe and he was in heaven. Us however now regretted our sugar decision because we were ready to leave and he was just getting started. We drove home and he stayed awake the whole time. Ooops, luckily Drew was able to work his nap time voodoo and A is actually napping as I type. So now here we are relaxing on the couch, Drew is watching football and I am crocheting this blanket that I swear I have been working on for months. Actually now that I really think about it I started it months ago and only knit 2-4 rows every few days. At this rate I'll never finish it. My hands will be all crippled and I'll be old as hell still trying to make this stupid blanket for us to sit on when we go on picnics. LAME! This my friends is what Sundays should be about. In fact, I am going to have a day off and not even do the dishes today.

Jumping off the cliff too...

In the past 2 weeks I have seen several posts on good ol' Facebook which read as followed: "Just updated my blog here is the link". So of course I got to thinking, why the hell not? So here I am. Started my online diary I suppose while my munchkin is napping (hopefully for another hour). Here is the PG-13 version of my life in summary to get you caught up...

Andrew and I met back in 2004? Maybe it was 2005....hmmm anyway, he used to work in the mall and I used to walk by his work scantily clad in my short shorts and tight shirts-yes, I just wrote that but I really was skinny back then-hoping he would check me out. After a few months of this and no results I talked to John who worked in the store and told him to hook me up with the hottie with the sideburns. After a few weeks I finally got a call from John telling me to come meet Andrew. I was in the middle of a workout and waltzed into the mall dressed in sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. We bonded talking about Rum and Tattoos and the rest is history. We got engaged in 2007 on July 4th and married September 14, 2008. We just celebrated our 4 year anniversary yesterday, YAY!

Adrian Max. The true meaning of love and purity. My little man is by far the coolest kid I know. See this face in the picture. I get this look about 50 times a day, mostly when I am trying to make him laugh or singing. You can just see it in his eyes " Please mom, shut up your voice is awful". My kid is so funny and organized. He lights up my day every single morning. I love him more then words can say. He is exactly everything I have hoped he will be. He was born February 16, 2011 and I can't believe he is going to be 2 soon. 

So now that I have caught you up here is the present. I'm a stay at home mom who doesn't ever have a clean house and dreams of opening her own cake shop one day. I am so grateful to Andrew for working so hard for our family and giving me the choice to work or stay home. Adrian is getting into everything that he can touch. And if he can't reach it he will climb up the wall Spiderman style to reach it. There are days where I want to pull my hair out and I love every single minute of my life. Now if you will excuse me I have to scramble around and try to get things picked up before A wakes up!