I have started working again. And, I have managed to find work that allows me to still be at home during the day, and to be at home 3-4 nights/week. Plus, given that I've had this job two other times before, most everything has come back quickly (except for the things that are different, of course). And, so, as you may have guessed already (as someone who reads this, which means you know me), I am back at Starbucks again. The store where I'm working is undergoing significant transition, so it's nice to know I'll be coming in as a somewhat-"seasoned" professional. Also, because my "partner number" (all employees are called partners) never changes, it seems like I've been a part of the Starbucks Family for a full seven years.
I'm glad to be back at work. It's nice to be doing something that contributes, however modestly, to our family budget. And, frankly, it's also nice to interact with people who are potty-trained, etc. But, it hasn't come without needing to make significant transitions at home...moreso for Joe, of course, who now comes home from his day at work with the responsibility of being sole caretaker for the evening. Most of this is fairly low maintenance, as Andy keeps to himself and is loads of fun when he feels like interacting. But, bedtime has proved itself to be a little on the challenging side. It hadn't been that way, but it seems that Mr. Andy really likes consistency, and has needed a bit of time to get used to Daddy's prayers, rather than Mommy's. That a tooth or two (aren't we done yet?) seem to be popping through has made this especially difficult. In the end, though, I feel confident that Andy's historically fantastic sleeping pattern will be restored, and that I can continue to feel happy about the fact that I'm gainfully employed. And able to get cheaper froufrou drinks, of course.
5.28.2010
5.18.2010
Sick/Trip/Job/Lob
So, my whole house was sick for a solid week. It was a less-than-fun week, but we all came through it. Weirdly, there were two separate illnesses lurking. I had one, Andy had a different one, and Joe had some of each (lucky him...) It totally threw off my game in terms of working out, but we saved a good bit on groceries, since we skipped an entire week of eating, essentially.
Also, Andy and I went to WV last week to visit my Grandma, which also messed up my working out, but in a much more pleasant (and planned!) way. We got to enjoy a few days away, and I think my Grandma loved getting to play hostess for our short journey southward.
Additionally, I have a job. It's a job that only requires me to work at night during the week, and it's also a job that I have already had at two other times in my life. Training should be modified accordingly (because, seriously, I feel well-acquainted with most aspects of the position, despite having been away from it for a couple of years). People resoundingly ask me why I have chosen to be gainfully employed again, and the answer is simple: I just want to work, but I don't want to give up all of the time that I have with my sweet son. Sadly, the byproduct of this is that I will have to sacrifice some of the time I get with my sweet husband, but it will be helpful for us to have a little bit of extra income, especially as I eye taking a few more classes this fall. Anyway, I start working today, and feel pretty happy about it. I'm also in the wonderful position of taking this job out of want, not out of need. In other words, if, in several months, I realize that things aren't working out, I have the option of leaving pretty easily. Or, at least decreasing my hours. It's such an incredibly luxury to be sitting in those circumstances. I feel very fortunate.
And, finally, my son is hysterical. Perhaps I have mentioned that on here already (at least a couple of times). He is talking up a storm, and understands the concept of putting things into sentences, but doesn't always understand which words he's supposed to use to do so. Frequently, he'll says something like, "Blaluhlahluhlahluh horse." I guess that the subject and verb are wrapped up in the "blaluh..." part, but he's great at identifying the direct object! :0) I have noticed that he's good at attaching adjectives to nouns--he will say things like "stinky socks" or "yummy cheese" or "wet diaper." I'm amazed at the breadth of his knowledge--seriously. To think that, a short year ago, he hadn't even figured out walking yet, and now he's running(!) and talking and processing...it's a pretty phenomenal thing, this whole child-rearing experience. One thing that I could go either way on, however, is Andy's recent love for throwing things. It's great if he wants to practice throwing a ball--we encourage that. What seems to have eluded him are throwing boundaries. We explain over and over again that he should only throw a ball. Throwing chairs, shoes, beverages, and toy airplanes is not acceptable. He seems to "forget" (read: ignore) that regularly. He further "forgets" that there are no circumstances under which it's appropriate to hurl things down the steps. But, on the bright side, he hasn't clogged up the toilet with a collection of his toys. He hasn't scribbled on the walls. His only toy-related damages involve pop-up books with images too enticing to leave them alone. And, he hasn't put any holes in any walls...
YET.
Also, Andy and I went to WV last week to visit my Grandma, which also messed up my working out, but in a much more pleasant (and planned!) way. We got to enjoy a few days away, and I think my Grandma loved getting to play hostess for our short journey southward.
Additionally, I have a job. It's a job that only requires me to work at night during the week, and it's also a job that I have already had at two other times in my life. Training should be modified accordingly (because, seriously, I feel well-acquainted with most aspects of the position, despite having been away from it for a couple of years). People resoundingly ask me why I have chosen to be gainfully employed again, and the answer is simple: I just want to work, but I don't want to give up all of the time that I have with my sweet son. Sadly, the byproduct of this is that I will have to sacrifice some of the time I get with my sweet husband, but it will be helpful for us to have a little bit of extra income, especially as I eye taking a few more classes this fall. Anyway, I start working today, and feel pretty happy about it. I'm also in the wonderful position of taking this job out of want, not out of need. In other words, if, in several months, I realize that things aren't working out, I have the option of leaving pretty easily. Or, at least decreasing my hours. It's such an incredibly luxury to be sitting in those circumstances. I feel very fortunate.
And, finally, my son is hysterical. Perhaps I have mentioned that on here already (at least a couple of times). He is talking up a storm, and understands the concept of putting things into sentences, but doesn't always understand which words he's supposed to use to do so. Frequently, he'll says something like, "Blaluhlahluhlahluh horse." I guess that the subject and verb are wrapped up in the "blaluh..." part, but he's great at identifying the direct object! :0) I have noticed that he's good at attaching adjectives to nouns--he will say things like "stinky socks" or "yummy cheese" or "wet diaper." I'm amazed at the breadth of his knowledge--seriously. To think that, a short year ago, he hadn't even figured out walking yet, and now he's running(!) and talking and processing...it's a pretty phenomenal thing, this whole child-rearing experience. One thing that I could go either way on, however, is Andy's recent love for throwing things. It's great if he wants to practice throwing a ball--we encourage that. What seems to have eluded him are throwing boundaries. We explain over and over again that he should only throw a ball. Throwing chairs, shoes, beverages, and toy airplanes is not acceptable. He seems to "forget" (read: ignore) that regularly. He further "forgets" that there are no circumstances under which it's appropriate to hurl things down the steps. But, on the bright side, he hasn't clogged up the toilet with a collection of his toys. He hasn't scribbled on the walls. His only toy-related damages involve pop-up books with images too enticing to leave them alone. And, he hasn't put any holes in any walls...
YET.
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