For Bear

"Fading light dims the sight,
And a star gems the sky, gleaming bright.
From afar drawing nigh -- Falls the night.

"Day is done, gone the sun,
From the lake, from the hills, from the sky.
All is well, safely rest, God is nigh.

"Then good night, peaceful night,
Till the light of the dawn shineth bright,
God is near, do not fear -- Friend, good night."

My week in review

Today's cereal: Cran-Vanilla Crunch and Crunch Berries

Monday: Spent President's Day with most of the siblings at my mommy's house. Got a debilitating migraine. Topped the day off by falling on the ice on my driveway when we got home. WITH The Boy in my arms. Spent the night worrying that he had a concussion, but realized in the morning after seeing the bruises and feeling the hurt that I took the brunt of the fall.

Tuesday: Still felt crappy. Didn't do any of the things I needed to get done before I start working again next Tuesday. Stayed up way too late.

Wednesday: Worked all day. Didn't get lunch, which made my migraine return. Came home to a baby that misses me way too much when I'm gone and wouldn't let me put her down the rest of the night. When the kids were finally wrestled into bed, I ignored the housekeeping and phone (sorry Mom, Sara, Sister Bartlett, and Strategic Marketing) and spent some much needed time bonding with The Hubby.

Thursday: Got up early and showered, thinking I would Get Things Done. Didn't happen. By the time both kids were bathed and dressed, it was lunchtime and naptime.
My plans for going back to work were originally going to be Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, which is what I told the new childcare provider. My boss decided I was needed more on Mondays, though, so I called the childcare today to let them know I'd be needing them Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday instead. They informed me that they can't take the kids on Mondays-- they'd be over their adult to child ratio that they are licensed for. So now I'm trying to figure out how screwed I am.

Tomorrow I am taking the kids to the new childcare provider for a few hours to help them make the adjustment and get to know everybody. My provider prides herself in the fact that none of her kids ever cry on their first day. Somehow I think my kid is going to be the one to ruin that for her. He's a sweetie-- but damn.


Some good news, though-- the reunion I had started last Wednesday is in the works. I found the woman I was looking for, and talked to her Saturday. It is looking hopeful that she will say yes to meeting her half-sister. My client thinks I am the Most Amazing Person Ever, and it makes me feel all gooey inside.

I've been tagged by Sara, so I will get to that A-sap.

Crap.

Today's Cereal: Corn Chex

Our sewer is backed up again, and I had to call the swell guys at Remarkable Rooter. This happens at least once a year, frequently twice. I swear I moved straight into the Money Pit-- Except that I'm not sleeping with Tom Hanks. What is with my retarded house? First the furnace, now this. Nothing like the smell of raw sewage that has come up in your shower! Hot diggedy!

Happy Bloggaversary to me!

Today's Cereal: Honeycomb

A year ago today I started my blog! Betcha didn't think I'd last this long. Neither did I!


Had the evening from hell yesterday. It took me two hours to get home from work because of the big snowstorm and all the idiot drivers. When I got home Robin was screaming because she has apparently decided bottles are of the devil and won't have anything to do with them. The Boy hadn't taken a nap so he was making THAT SOUND-- the whining one that makes my ears bleed-- and Kitt was obviously frazzled and ready to drop-kick the nearest child. We were supposed to go to dinner at mom's last night, but after two hours in the car and the mess I came home to, we ditched that idea. She lives a half-hour away on a good day. Sorry, mom. You know how I like soup!


On an up note, I got my first search & reunion client since October. I am excited! I hope all will go well with this one. I am searching FOR the adoptee this time... the birthmother's daughter has initiated the search. Kind of a sad story-- the birthmother died 2 or 3 years after the adoption happened. She was only 25. My client is hoping to find her half-sister, but also trying to understand the mother she never got to know. I hope I can help on both counts.

For fun

Today's Cereal: Rice Krispies

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Nicked from Carly

Today's cereal: Honeycomb. Did they change Honeycomb? It seems more "whole wheat-y" lately. Not gross, but different.

If you've got a blog, go here. It will create a "word cloud" that takes commonly used words from your blog. I thought it was funny that "poo" is one of my words. I tried to post it for you to see, but I couldn't get it to work. So here is a link to it, courtesy of Lostnowfound (Thanks!)


Speaking of poo, The Boy poo-ed in the bathtub again yesterday. I was letting him play in the tub while I dressed Robin, and I heard him yell, "Mama, clean up!" I thought he was just ready to get out, so I kept telling him just a minute while I finished with Robin. Little did I know of the horror that was waiting for me. And I didn't have the Poo Spoon!

I'm not sure how I feel about The Boy assuming that I am the one who is supposed to come and clean it up.

I'm back. Okay already!

Today's cereal: Western Family Brand "Crisp Rice". Whatever.

News!
I balanced my checkbook the other day, for the first time in like, 3 months. Seriously. I prefer the "what I don't know won't hurt me" approach to my finances. But I finally gave in and did the math. And boy, are we in trouble. No, make that Trouble (note the capital T!). So after a sleepless night, I went in to the office on Wednesday to talk to my boss. It turns out that the girl who took over my full-time position when I quit is now quitting herself, to go to school. I asked my boss if I needed to turn in a formal resume and application if I wanted the Adoption Assistant position again. She literally, physically, brightened and said, "how about part-time?"

Seriously, this is too perfect an opportunity to just be coincidence. Laugh if you must, but a prayer has just been answered. I had resigned myself to taking a full-time position, but Beth up and OFFERED part time. And they are TOTALLY willing to let me set the schedule I want.

So, starting in March sometime, I will be working three days a week instead of just one. After a year and a half of being a (mostly) stay-at-home mom, going back to work is a little daunting. The worst part will be leaving Robin. Aiden is ready, in NEED of the social interaction that daycare will provide-- but Robin? She's and I are so very bonded. I think it will probably be harder on me than her, but the move to bottle-feeding half the week will probably be a kick in the teeth--er, make that tooth-- for her.

The daycare thing has been freaking me out; until yesterday when I went and visited a place I am considering. It was really cool! I think Aiden will really like it. I've almost pretty much decided that is where I want my kids to be. Everything feels so right. And the prospect of not having to worry about whether my grocery check will bounce, or what we will pawn if our car breaks down, or actually having money in a savings account and possibly going on vacation! Ah, relief.

AND, I'm going to see if I can fenagle (is that how you spell that?) a half-day off at least once a month, so while the kids are all taken care of at daycare, I can go with my mom to the Family History Library. That would be so hott.


Stay tuned for my next blog post where I have pictures of what the Kirby Salesman vacuumed off our floor. Exciting, I know!