Well, happy December, all. I guess a lot has happened since I last wrote, but nothing particularly exciting! Of course I'm going to tell you anyway.
I left my job in HR b/c I was completely uninspired and just sick to death of sitting in an office all day--even though it was only 4 days/week. I got my real estate license and became a realtor. Flexible schedule to the max! No more sitting in an office all day! And....no money. Oh, you want me to PAY YOU to work there? Huh. Then we had some unexpected expenses come up all right in a row (1 older car, etc). So it seemed ludicrous that my kids were in daycare but I wasn't making any money, or really even busy doing anything. There's only so much networking one can do...
So I decided to keep OJ home with me 2 days/week (and Liam after school at 2:45 also on those same 2 days) to save money. Save from my 2 maternity leaves, I have never been home with my kids, and I've never had a desire to, frankly. I mean, maybe a little of a desire I guess, to see what it was like. To wear yoga pants all day and have play dates. Yeah, that was fun for about a week. Seriously. I couldn't handle it. At all. Those were the longest days of my life! And I felt horribly about that; I knew/know that some moms (or dads) would give anything to be able to stay home, and here I had that and was losing my damn mind. I'm sure some of the frustration came from the fact that we had no routine, as they weren't used to it AT ALL, and neither was I. They were used to being at preschool/daycare where it's very structured. So I decided I needed a part-time job to supplement the real estate, and they needed to go back to daycare before winter came I was just stuck inside with them (going on walks was my only saving grace many days). So I found a 20 hour/week HR assistant job, and I started last week. I was a manager before, so this is very strange for me. I didn't want the stress though; I have enough of that! But once again, I'm just sitting here, doing nothing and being bored. (HR is a real party, let me tell you). And I'm wondering why real estate is SO HARD to get anything going, and what I have gotten myself into. Now I have TWO jobs, am still making next to nothing, and am completely unsettled! Being an adult is hard, yo.
But the kids are good! Exhausting but good. Liam is learning to read in kindergarten, which is so cool to see. I volunteered in some of his art classes, which was cool too. Everyone still fights, and whines....and 3 year-old twins are seriously NO JOKE. But they are potty trained! But now we need to work on getting them to stay in their beds all night. And actually eat their dinner! Grrr. Olive and Jude are finally starting to play together a little more, which is hilarious at times. She acts like she's his older sister and says things like "It's okay, buddy!". Ha. Girls, man. Totally different. I had no idea. So sassy though. She told me to "peace out" the other day! Total three-nager.
And that's my update. YAWN.
Cheers
Tuesday, December 1, 2015
Thursday, August 27, 2015
Heyo
You guys. YOU GUYS. (Is anyone still reading this???!). I quit my job and passed my real estate exam! I can't believe I am giving up a very solid income and jumping into this 100% commission business. Whut. I'm going for it. I start with a local real estate company next week. And I'm already done at my job, so I have a few free (what now?) days! Right now I'm actually sitting at the car dealership for a service appointment. If that isn't living the dream, I don't know what is. But hey, I wouldn't rather be sitting at my old desk in my outdated office staring at my dusty computer not caring about HR, and wishing I wasn't there.
So yeah. Liam starts Kindergarten on Tuesday! Perhaps I have a heart of stone, but I am not of the sort who gets sad thinking about this. I'm not all "my baaaaaaaaaby is growing up!!!" I WANT them to grow up and become respectable little people. I don't miss babies. I don't even really like babies! Toddlers really aren't my jam either, if we're being totally honest, especially when there are 2 of them living in my house! So kindergarten it is. I'm pumped! Olive and Jude turn 3 in ONE month. 3. THREE. 3 was really rough for us the first time around, so I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared. I'm currently reading the 1-2-3 Magic book, and its contents make sense to me. I'm hoping we can start to implement some of the tactics, as life is FRUSTRATING right now. So much whining, not listening, etc. They will continue at their daycare center, which is essentially preschool. Olive is potty trained like a champ and Jude is not there yet. *SIGH*. So over diapers. (and over paying for them too). He's getting closer though! I don't want to push it and make him want to even less. So I'm letting him be for now. He pees in the potty a couple of times each day, but has no desire for more. So much for twin competition!
D is traveling for work (AGAIN, Grrrr) next week for SIX days. I am pretty sure I might lose it.
We'll see. How's that for some optimism? They are in big-kid beds now and bedtime is a large ordeal many nights!
Anyway, a picture. So hard to get them all to look at the camera!
So yeah. Liam starts Kindergarten on Tuesday! Perhaps I have a heart of stone, but I am not of the sort who gets sad thinking about this. I'm not all "my baaaaaaaaaby is growing up!!!" I WANT them to grow up and become respectable little people. I don't miss babies. I don't even really like babies! Toddlers really aren't my jam either, if we're being totally honest, especially when there are 2 of them living in my house! So kindergarten it is. I'm pumped! Olive and Jude turn 3 in ONE month. 3. THREE. 3 was really rough for us the first time around, so I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared. I'm currently reading the 1-2-3 Magic book, and its contents make sense to me. I'm hoping we can start to implement some of the tactics, as life is FRUSTRATING right now. So much whining, not listening, etc. They will continue at their daycare center, which is essentially preschool. Olive is potty trained like a champ and Jude is not there yet. *SIGH*. So over diapers. (and over paying for them too). He's getting closer though! I don't want to push it and make him want to even less. So I'm letting him be for now. He pees in the potty a couple of times each day, but has no desire for more. So much for twin competition!
D is traveling for work (AGAIN, Grrrr) next week for SIX days. I am pretty sure I might lose it.
We'll see. How's that for some optimism? They are in big-kid beds now and bedtime is a large ordeal many nights!
Anyway, a picture. So hard to get them all to look at the camera!
Thursday, June 11, 2015
New Digs
I'm back! We have a new house! And we sold the old one! Exclamation points galore! Everything is done. Old house closed as of last Friday, and the new house has been lived in for about 4 weeks now. Nuts. NUTS.
While the selling process was STRESSFUL, the moving process actually wasn't nearly as bad as I was anticipating. The kids settled in fantastically. They went right to sleep in their new rooms the first night and we haven't looked back. We decided to keep OJ in their cribs since D was gone for five whole days right after we moved in, and I would have been flying solo with any nighttime shenanigans, and I didn't feel up for it! We haven't regretted that decision. Somehow they can both climb INTO their cribs, but not OUT of them still.
And while the kids are doing great, the poor dogs have had a bit of an adjustment since we still don't have our new fence yet and doggie door like they are very, very used to. Our grass grew in very quick due to the copious amounts of rain we've gotten though, so at least we have a back yard now!
Chillin' like a villain.
We live in a new part of an established subdivision, so there is constant chaos and construction going on around us. We basically live in a construction zone. The kids are fascinated by all the "big trucks' though, so I guess it could be worse.
They are dirty and wet. And Jude's shoes are.....?
It's like free entertainment!
So in old news, the kids still fight, pick on each other, whine and test boundaries constantly. It's a party. Olive and Jude (more Olive than Jude though) are talking up a storm, and just this morning her teacher said she's ready to be in underwear on Monday morning. WOOHOO!!!! Jude, however, is nowhere near that. One is better than none though, and I'll take it. I'm soooooooooo sick of diapers. My god.
See also, things I'm sick of: my job. Trying to figure out what I want to do when I grow up, but I'm tired of wasting the days away staring at my computer in my office whole pushing paper around. I have just signed on to be a Skincare consultant with Rodan + Fields, so if any of you want more info about that, please let me know! I am also considering becoming a realtor, but I'm not quite there yet. With THREE kids currently in daycare, my income needs to stay somewhat steady until fall when Liam starts kindergarten. Trying to figure everything out! Being an adult is hard.
She's the greatest cuddler
Actual NO FILTER rainbow out our living room window a couple weeks ago. And no, not mountains in the background. That is a huge pile of dirt :)
Cheers!
Cheers!
Thursday, February 5, 2015
Hellllllooooo
Well, hello. It's been...a while. Blah blah, same story, different blog.
Things round these parts are crazy! Shocking, right? No. Probably not shocking.
I don't have anything earth-shattering to write about either. Just wanted to pop in any say hi and see if anyone was still reading!
OJ are 2 years, 4 months old now (because I'm over referring to them as 28 months), and Liam turns 5 at the end of May. They play, they fight, and then they fight some more, and then they tattle. It's all a big partyshitstorm, really.
Olive and Jude are still in their cribs. I plan to keep them there until they are 8. Seriously though, as long as possible. They are not climbing out. They are good sleepers, except for the random phase of one of them wailing in the night for no reason. Jude is playing that game currently. It's fun for all!
Liam still wakes in the night and comes into our bed every single night. We've tried bribing, putting a sleeping bag by our bed, etc etc. Nothing works. He claims he's scared. And it's a bit hard to argue, as he is the only one whose bedroom is on that side of the house. And speaking of which---we are building a new house! *Just because things were a little dull for us....we thought we would add some stress. But! Then all the bedrooms will be together, and we're hoping that will help. We close May 13th! We just need to list and sell our current house before then (no big deal. ha. hahahaha). We are moving so we are officially in the school district where Liam attends 4k, for which we had to open-enroll him. We are moving 1.5 miles up the road.
And back to Liam; he creeps into our bed in the middle of the night, not waking us. So by the time we realize he's there, it's kind of too late. Not like we want to wake him up, send him back to his room, and cause a huge tantrum at 4am. NOPE.COM. So whatever. He bugs us and thrashes around a bit, but it is what it is. Parents of the year.
OJ also still have their pacifiers at home. but we are working on the "for naps/bedtime only" right now and hope to just transition to that soon. They are very addicted to them, and Liam was too. Meh. They can both talk in complete/semi-complete sentences when they so desire, so it's more of a dental issue at this point I think. Things are so crazy at dinnertime each night, all they want is their dumb paci after not having it for comfort at school all day, so whatevs. Anything to alleviate the chaos. Dinnertime is just constant chaos at our house. Of course they are all super picky eaters and want Nutella sandwiches and applesauce pouches and Gogurts and string cheese to eat pretty much every night. We offer more and sometimes we get lucky. Sometimes not.
So that's where things are! I still work 4 days/week and they go to school/daycare all 5 days, so I have some time to accomplish things/save my sanity. It's all still so exhausting though.
Liam recently started swim lessons on Friday nights, so the "running around" to lessons has begun! I see much more of that in my future.
Over and out
Things round these parts are crazy! Shocking, right? No. Probably not shocking.
I don't have anything earth-shattering to write about either. Just wanted to pop in any say hi and see if anyone was still reading!
OJ are 2 years, 4 months old now (because I'm over referring to them as 28 months), and Liam turns 5 at the end of May. They play, they fight, and then they fight some more, and then they tattle. It's all a big party
Olive and Jude are still in their cribs. I plan to keep them there until they are 8. Seriously though, as long as possible. They are not climbing out. They are good sleepers, except for the random phase of one of them wailing in the night for no reason. Jude is playing that game currently. It's fun for all!
Liam still wakes in the night and comes into our bed every single night. We've tried bribing, putting a sleeping bag by our bed, etc etc. Nothing works. He claims he's scared. And it's a bit hard to argue, as he is the only one whose bedroom is on that side of the house. And speaking of which---we are building a new house! *Just because things were a little dull for us....we thought we would add some stress. But! Then all the bedrooms will be together, and we're hoping that will help. We close May 13th! We just need to list and sell our current house before then (no big deal. ha. hahahaha). We are moving so we are officially in the school district where Liam attends 4k, for which we had to open-enroll him. We are moving 1.5 miles up the road.
And back to Liam; he creeps into our bed in the middle of the night, not waking us. So by the time we realize he's there, it's kind of too late. Not like we want to wake him up, send him back to his room, and cause a huge tantrum at 4am. NOPE.COM. So whatever. He bugs us and thrashes around a bit, but it is what it is. Parents of the year.
OJ also still have their pacifiers at home. but we are working on the "for naps/bedtime only" right now and hope to just transition to that soon. They are very addicted to them, and Liam was too. Meh. They can both talk in complete/semi-complete sentences when they so desire, so it's more of a dental issue at this point I think. Things are so crazy at dinnertime each night, all they want is their dumb paci after not having it for comfort at school all day, so whatevs. Anything to alleviate the chaos. Dinnertime is just constant chaos at our house. Of course they are all super picky eaters and want Nutella sandwiches and applesauce pouches and Gogurts and string cheese to eat pretty much every night. We offer more and sometimes we get lucky. Sometimes not.
So that's where things are! I still work 4 days/week and they go to school/daycare all 5 days, so I have some time to accomplish things/save my sanity. It's all still so exhausting though.
Liam recently started swim lessons on Friday nights, so the "running around" to lessons has begun! I see much more of that in my future.
Friday, November 7, 2014
Wrestelmania: Now with More Tattling!
So things are chugging along on the home front. OJ have graduated to talking in 3-4 word sentences some of the time, which has been hugely helpful in the area of trying to figure out what they are whining about! Last night Jude said "Liam, look at me!" That was probably the most I have heard him say. He's a bit behind Olive on the language front, but they are both ahead of where Liam was at this age if my memory serves me (it really doesn't).
Much to Liam's dismay though, along with using their words comes the ability to tattle on Big Brother! Now when we are out of the room and one of the twins is screaming from what we can only assume was something Liam did to them, now we can get more proof! It's fantastic! (For us). Liam is less than pleased.
So communication is overall improving, but that isn't necessarily lessening the two-year-old frustration that apparently comes with, well, being two. Being 2 is tough you know. Jude's new major Life Concern is wearing clothes. Clothes in general are not cool. He has 2 identical Elmo shirts that are his entire world, but you know, sometimes they are in the laundry. He also wears them to bed, so he pees on them at times, further hindering his ability to wear them constantly. He is especially concerned if it's ME attempting to clothe him for whatever reason, so I quite literally have to tackle him and wrestle him to the ground and then hold him down in some sort of weird scissor leg hold while he screams like the devil is at the door. It's all quite charming and fun, especially while trying to get everyone ready in the morning. It's like trying to wrestle a drunk, rabid raccoon. He also dislikes coats, shoes, socks, etc, so this is a little game we get to play often. I have learned his teachers at daycare are also participants. They are thrilled.
So I bought Jude another Elmo shirt and also some Elmo pj's, but good God, they might as well be garbage bags as far as he is concerned. NOT THE SAME. GET THEM AWAY. But then Olive steps in and insists on wearing the Elmo PJ shirts, to school. Whatever, man. At least someone is wearing them for something, even if they were just from Ebay and used. At least there's generally no wrestling involved with her, but she does enjoy taking her diaper off, which is also fun for all.
A couple days ago I was on the floor with Jude trying to get socks and shoes on, running late, cursing myself for not being bigger and stronger, all the while just losing my shit. I finally succeeded, only to turn around to see Olive standing there with her pants and her diaper around her ankles. For no particular reason.
So. Life is busy doing......nothing. Getting dressed, etc. Dinnertime used to be the battle zone, but that is improving, thankfully! One day at a time.....
Liam was circling toys in the Target Christmas catalogue, so OJ had to follow suit, even though they really had no idea what was going on. Jude is sitting there with Consumer Reports! Ha.
Much to Liam's dismay though, along with using their words comes the ability to tattle on Big Brother! Now when we are out of the room and one of the twins is screaming from what we can only assume was something Liam did to them, now we can get more proof! It's fantastic! (For us). Liam is less than pleased.
So communication is overall improving, but that isn't necessarily lessening the two-year-old frustration that apparently comes with, well, being two. Being 2 is tough you know. Jude's new major Life Concern is wearing clothes. Clothes in general are not cool. He has 2 identical Elmo shirts that are his entire world, but you know, sometimes they are in the laundry. He also wears them to bed, so he pees on them at times, further hindering his ability to wear them constantly. He is especially concerned if it's ME attempting to clothe him for whatever reason, so I quite literally have to tackle him and wrestle him to the ground and then hold him down in some sort of weird scissor leg hold while he screams like the devil is at the door. It's all quite charming and fun, especially while trying to get everyone ready in the morning. It's like trying to wrestle a drunk, rabid raccoon. He also dislikes coats, shoes, socks, etc, so this is a little game we get to play often. I have learned his teachers at daycare are also participants. They are thrilled.
So I bought Jude another Elmo shirt and also some Elmo pj's, but good God, they might as well be garbage bags as far as he is concerned. NOT THE SAME. GET THEM AWAY. But then Olive steps in and insists on wearing the Elmo PJ shirts, to school. Whatever, man. At least someone is wearing them for something, even if they were just from Ebay and used. At least there's generally no wrestling involved with her, but she does enjoy taking her diaper off, which is also fun for all.
A couple days ago I was on the floor with Jude trying to get socks and shoes on, running late, cursing myself for not being bigger and stronger, all the while just losing my shit. I finally succeeded, only to turn around to see Olive standing there with her pants and her diaper around her ankles. For no particular reason.
So. Life is busy doing......nothing. Getting dressed, etc. Dinnertime used to be the battle zone, but that is improving, thankfully! One day at a time.....
Monday, October 27, 2014
#microblog Monday
I'm not sure I have anything to even blog about, but I'm trying to make an effort.
When I found out we were having twins and was scared shitless, I was scared of this time in my life, only I didn't know it yet. I thought having twin babies was going to be the hardest thing. Twin preemie babies and a toddler. Yep, that was hard. Really hard. But we didn't have colicky babies or ones who hated to sleep. We were fairly lucky in that regard. It was a lot, but it was manageable. Other families have more challenges with which to deal.
Things have turned SO MUCH harder! I don't think I was prepared for 2 two-year olds and a 4.5-year old. I mean, how you do really prepare for that?!
I suddenly have all these little people with all these Very Strong Opinions about every thing. I was not prepared for Jude, in essence my mildest mannered one (although he's quick to cry) to care SO MUCH about what shirt and pajamas he wears. Every single day. And Olive isn't much better. I tried to get her to wear some of Jude's camo pants that are too small for him. I was stoked. They were going to be so cute on her! I tried twice. This morning, I got a very firm "NO. PINK!" from her. Got it, kid. PINK. It makes mornings before work an extra special family bonding experience with absolutely no frustration or yelling. HAH. D used to work from home a lot, making him very available in the AM to sit with/feed/dress them while I get ready. Well, he got a new job and has places to be first thing in the morning now, so we'll all trying to get out the door! It's like a comedy of errors every day. And dinnertime is no better.
I *think* we are managing though. Day by day. I seriously think that is my new motto. It's like a circus though and it's not pretty a lot of the time. The house is very often trashed and Jude and I both have bronchitis right now. There are no parenting medals being awarded here, or probably not even a participation ribbon. But today Liam got a baby wipe to clean Olive's mouth, and Jude laughed his ass off playing peekaboo with himself behind the curtain. Deep breath.
We can do this.
When I found out we were having twins and was scared shitless, I was scared of this time in my life, only I didn't know it yet. I thought having twin babies was going to be the hardest thing. Twin preemie babies and a toddler. Yep, that was hard. Really hard. But we didn't have colicky babies or ones who hated to sleep. We were fairly lucky in that regard. It was a lot, but it was manageable. Other families have more challenges with which to deal.
Things have turned SO MUCH harder! I don't think I was prepared for 2 two-year olds and a 4.5-year old. I mean, how you do really prepare for that?!
I suddenly have all these little people with all these Very Strong Opinions about every thing. I was not prepared for Jude, in essence my mildest mannered one (although he's quick to cry) to care SO MUCH about what shirt and pajamas he wears. Every single day. And Olive isn't much better. I tried to get her to wear some of Jude's camo pants that are too small for him. I was stoked. They were going to be so cute on her! I tried twice. This morning, I got a very firm "NO. PINK!" from her. Got it, kid. PINK. It makes mornings before work an extra special family bonding experience with absolutely no frustration or yelling. HAH. D used to work from home a lot, making him very available in the AM to sit with/feed/dress them while I get ready. Well, he got a new job and has places to be first thing in the morning now, so we'll all trying to get out the door! It's like a comedy of errors every day. And dinnertime is no better.
I *think* we are managing though. Day by day. I seriously think that is my new motto. It's like a circus though and it's not pretty a lot of the time. The house is very often trashed and Jude and I both have bronchitis right now. There are no parenting medals being awarded here, or probably not even a participation ribbon. But today Liam got a baby wipe to clean Olive's mouth, and Jude laughed his ass off playing peekaboo with himself behind the curtain. Deep breath.
We can do this.
Monday, October 6, 2014
#MicroblogMondays: Two
Well howdy, everyone. I think maybe I can get behind this microblog thing. Who knows though.
I have actually been consistently busy at work for quite awhile now for the first time in...well, ever. HR seems to have a lot of downtime to leave one available to deal with crisis. No crisis to speak of here, just lots of standard paperwork. Ah, living the dream. But I'm slower today, so hey there, dear old blog!
So. Olive and Jude turned two a couple weeks' ago. Two! I know. I would say it's hard to believe, but man, it's been a long 2 years honestly. And they are currently perfecting the art of tantrums and sass so....yeah. A house just chalk full of chaos. And D currently has pneumonia, so yesterday may have been the longest day of my life. I felt like I was on a really demented version of Candid Camera or something. "She's yelling again!" I thought last winter was bad with everyone being cooped up inside so long, but I can see now that this winter is going to be SO MUCH worse. All the talking, whining, yelling, fighting, whining, sassing, whining, etc. THE WHINING OMG.
But things are good. I had over 24 hours without ANYONE home 3 weeks ago, and it was the most glorious thing ever. Ever. I got to watch a move! (Drinking Buddies---good!) while I sorted piles and piles of shit for Goodwill.
Anyway, some pics.
I'm out.
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