Turning Points.

I feel like I need to make some decisions. To go back to work, that is my main concern. Well that and the impending global disaster of the month, Swine Flu. But let's discuss that at a later time.

So I have been mentally listing the pro's and con's of being a working mother. I hang my head in shame when I admit I LOVE having a job. Who does that? But I do enjoy watching my children grow and learn everyday. I LOVE that too. Hmmm...let's just list my pro's and con's so I can finally see them in written format.

Pro's :

• I get to have adult conversation every single day.
• I get to leave my house to a location other than the grocery store, park, or the occasional restaurant.
• I make money. (That's my personal favorite.)
• My children learn to be more independent and not rely on me solving every problem every moment of every day.
• My house might stay clean longer than the 45 minutes it takes me to clean each room.
• I will finally have the sense of accomplishment that I miss from being "in charge" of something other than the dishes.

Con's :

• I will not have nearly as much time on my hands to do random things such as blog, Facebook, and check my e-mail all day long.
• I would have to pay for childcare, again.
• I would miss my children terribly. (My worst con by far.)
• I might miss the first time one of the girls does something new.
• I would have to wake up, get dressed, and look presentable everyday.
• I would never have a nap again.
• Can I even FIND a job in this economy?

So. What's a girl to do? I have really been struggling with this dilemma. I really want to finally step up and do what I have longed to do since I can even remember. Write. That is my biggest dream. Well, as far as career-type dreams are concerned. I have started writing again. Thinking maybe I will give up the "write an entire novel for your first try at getting published" idea, and possibly starting a wee bit smaller. Short stories. I love em. You love em. You read blogs don't you? That is short story-ish. Though mine would be fiction, of course.

Well, guess I should keep mulling it over in my noggin'. When I do something, either go back to work, or publish something, I'll let you know. Until then, I'll keep on writing and dreaming. It's what I do best.

Las Vegas.

Late last Thursday night we decided to be totally spontaneous and take ourselves our first "solo" road trip (in 9 years I might add!) to Vegas! Of course we only stayed one night (we are parents you know) but we had a blast!! I have to say with all the glitz and glamor you see on T.V. my favorite part was the car rides. We sang, we danced, we talked. It was "our" time. I thoroughly enjoyed it. It was a nice reminder of why I love this man as much as I do. I can't wait to do it again.

Saturday before we left we went out to a drift event Nick's friend Forrest was in. It was amazing. Nick got to ride with him, and here is the best I could do. I didn't think to grab the camera until last minute so take it or leave it. Good times.

The Culprit.

It's Roseola. Lillie has finally shown us the culprit that has been plaguing her for this last five days. I was going to post pictures, but decided to save her the embarrassment. (So I opted for the cute little red spots to represent her cute little red rash) She is doing just dandy though, still pretty grumpy but sleeping better. Which is all I really wanted. Sleep. Sounds amazing. Maybe I'll take this time to check out what the fuss is all about.....

Sick.

Our poor baby is sick. A fever. We are going on three days now of inconsolable baby. Poor thing.

Doctors ran tests today. No UTI (thank God) No pneumonia (whew) most likely just a virus....but no symptoms. Other than fussiness, no eating, and of course the dreaded fever.

This is my time to shine. You would think. She is absolutely in love with me. Can't get enough mommy time. But that's what scares me. I'm used to a carefree, albeit slightly mean to me, baby girl. Though I enjoy my hugs and love, I miss the little stinker. Not to mention the anxiety I have when I can't fix a boo boo. No fair. Thought mom's could kiss anything away.

Good thing Daddy is the calm one. He keeps us both relaxed. And big sissy is a fabulous distraction. Always good for a giggle that Paige....

Ok, off to check on the family. We're going to camp out tonight. Fort in the living room, complete with movies, chocolate, and whatever else the little one's desire.

Hopefully that's all my baby needs. A little love and affection. Then, off to biting and hitting me tomorrow.

I hope.

Happy Easter....Ish.

Sorry. I am a grade A slacker. Hope you all had a wonderful Easter! Enjoy.

"AAAIIIGGGEEE!!!!"

We never even knew.

Sad really.

It took outsiders (Grandma and Great Grandma) to make it a known fact.

Lillie says "Paige."

Well.....more like "Aaaiiigggee!" slurring the g as any respectable one year old, with no molars to speak of, would.

She says it CONSTANTLY.

We never noticed.

Guess I'm not used to "baby talk" anymore....

Guess I get used to it.

She loves her big sissy.

The feeling is mutual.

Once Upon A Time.

"Once upon a time there was a little girl named Lillie. She was cute when she layed her head down. She wanted to have new brothers and sisters but she couldn't because she was mean and pulled people's hair. Her mommy wouldn't let her have a new brother until she was nicer. The end."

By: Paige

Morals: 1.Don't be mean and pull hair.

2.Guess the girls want a brother.....

Achoo.

I'm sick.

So basically I'm on vacation.

When mommy gets sick (which, mind you, isn't often) she becomes the baby. Not everyone loves this arrangement. But they have to respect it. After all, when the real babies are sick it is mommy who stayes up rocking them, dosing out the Tylenol, wiping the little noses, and cuddling them until they are 100% again.(This is by default, daddy works and needs his beauty sleep. But he is a wonderful medicine dose-er I might add.)

So......it's my turn.

I'm worse though. I demand: ten showers, tissues, vitamin C, Tylenol (which I might add is the ONLY thing I will willingly digest, medicine scares the bejesus out of me), mint tea with sugar, a book, and don't forget tons of attention.

High maintenance. Yes.

But they all help out. Paige always wants to know if I need anything and keeps Lillie busy. Lillie decides to be a little less high maintenance herself and doesn't demand my constant reassurance. Daddy goes miles out of his way to buy me vitamin drinks and tissues. Only to find out I'm afraid of vitamin drinks too....Poor guy. And Grandma Gaby does me the amazing favor of taking my children for a few hours so I can rest. Which, I am going to do now.

Thank you family. I will be up and running (chasing you kids) before you know it.

♥