What a weekend!

Phew! Let me just tell you...It's been a busy weekend. Saturday was Wyatt's birthday party. We had SO much fun, and his cake turned out far better than the one on his actual birthday. I guess with practice things do get better! (And fire engines are red instead of pink)

Also this weekend was the SCHEA homechooling convention. It was pretty small, but I did get some good info. One of the best things I heard, I think, was when someone said "Remember, you really only have to be one day ahead of your child". That's so true! And, there's always Google to the rescue! On the one hand, I loved that it was a smaller convention. As a new-ish homeschooler, it wasn't at all overwhelming. And it was nice to meet a few local moms, as well as finding out that there is a group of moms in Manning who will be starting to homeschool in the Fall as well, so we are trying to have a get together. That would be nice, since the closest group I can find is about 45 minutes away. Totally doable, but I'd rather it be closer. I did find out, through an online group of mine, about a much larger conference that happens in March. It's for the entire South Eastern US, and it happens to be in SC. We are making plans to attend that.

Saturday night I was having horrible stomach pain. The meds my GYN gave me to help with the menstrual pain worked so well the last 2 months. This month? Not so much. I had taken one more than is prescribed, and still was doubled over sobbing Saturday night. I finally went to the ER. (And let me just ask, why is it that they must give you shots in your butt? I have many more muscles.) I was still sore yesterday, some cramps and I was exhausted, but mostly it was that my stomach muscles felt tired. The ER doctor said he wouldn't give me a diagnosis because I'm being followed by a GYN, but that he thinks my suspicions (about endometriosis) are right. I'm calling my gyn today. We will have insurance in Sept and had been planning on me having the surgery then, but Randy said he'd much rather I have it sooner, even if it means paying out of pocket. The pains are getting more intense and lasting longer. Even just 2 months has made a difference.

Yesterday was Father's Day. From my point of view, it was perfect, except we missed church. There was just no way. I slept in, thanks to the ER visit. (Sorry Randy, that's not how I planned on it going yesterday morning!) We got up, kinda hung around as a family, then we went to my dad's. We gave him his gifts, which were some motorcycle decor, as well as some marinated steaks to cook on his (insert TV announcer voice) BRAND NEW GRILL!!! We had a blast. I think Dad had fun, as well as Randy. Wyatt's behavior was amazing. He was so good yesterday. He had a few moments where he got upset over not getting what he wanted, but he'd go in another room to pout, which is what we've been encouraging him to do. (I don't care that he gets upset, I want him to know it's ok to be upset, but not that it's ok for him to have fits.) The only reason I want him to go into another room is because it helps him to calm down. He knows he can be upset in front of me (or anyone really), as long as he's respectful. But if he chooses to go in another room, I don't blame him. All in all, it was a really good day.

Resigning today

I stayed home for a while, then Randy and I were separating. Well, our marriage is better, and we both feel that, for our family, it's best for me to stay home. I'm really excited, but, I love my job (most days). I love the people I work with. I love my patients. This is so hard for me, even though I really do want to stay home, and it helps that Randy really wants it too. (Probably more than me, lol)

My resignation isn't even going to be effective until August, unless they find someone sooner. I just feel...I don't know. Sad.

It's very bittersweet for me. Don't get me wrong, I'm looking forward to homeschooling next year. I can't wait to feel like my house is finally back in order (sometimes...HA!) I have sewing/crochet/scrapbooking projects piled up that I will have more time for. I know that it won't all get done, because, best of all, I'll have more time for my family.

I know I'm rambling, but...I'm just full of mixed emotions right now. I just remember Wyatt looking at me and saying that I never have time to do anything with him anymore. That's all the encouragement I need that I'm doing the right thing. My family needs me far more than some job.

I know this post doesn't convey it, but I really am excited. Just a little sad too.

Believe it or not...

...I really haven't had much to say.

This was a great weekend. Sunday we went to church, and had yet another wonderful sermon from Pastor Clay. I really do love our church. I think I'm going to have to stop attending small group on Sunday morning though. At Wyatt's age, they can only do 1 session of Sunday School. So, of course, he needs to be in there while I'm in my class. Well, that means he sits in the service with me. That is not working out so well. I worry that he may be disruptive to others, but, more than that, I can't focus on the sermon. I really don't get much out of it at all. So, it may be time to say farewell to small group. :(

Yesterday we went into one of the larger towns. We decided, in planning for Wyatt's party, to see if a membership to Sam's Club would be worth the price. I printed out a free 1 day trial coupon, and off we went. They are running a special right now, buy 10 weeks of full membership for 10.00. We went ahead and signed up, then just walked around the club. There are LOTS of deals that made signing up worthwhile! In fact, yesterday, we only got 2 things, but we still saved the 10.00 membership fee, and spent less than 20.00. How do you like them apples?

So, I've done lots of stuff with Wyatt while looking at different styles/sets of curriculum. I have to say, it looks as though he will be doing 2nd grade work for the majority of his homeschooling. That really reaffirms my choice to homeschool. He's in 2nd grade math. He's already started multiplying. As far as reading, well....he's beyond 3rd grade, at the very least. I had been hoping to purchase a box set to make the first full year a little easier, but it doesn't look like that will be an option. I will need to get a little from here, and a little from there. On the other hand, I am sooo proud of little man! He is so smart <3 I am truly blessed

Do I really have to title every blog?

Things are going really well. Wyatt LOVES his new sitter, and, in fact, rarely wants to even come home with me. Yesterday I literally dragged him out of there kicking and screaming! If someone other than me or Randy has to take care of him, I couldn't ask for anything better. She loves his little personality quirks and he makes her laugh, just like he does me. <3

Poor kiddo, last night he was getting mac and cheese out of the microwave when I was out of the room. He spilled boiling water on his arm. It's not bad AT ALL and we cuddled for a while, then we talked about how sometimes it's better to wait until Mommy's there before he helps. I think he was just as disappointed that he did it wrong as he was hurt.

Know what I really really love? When he first wakes up, and he's all warm from being under the covers, and he wants to just be close and cuddle. I LOVE that part of my day. Best thing ever.

Yesterday we were on the way to the sitters, and we had a conversation like this: "Momma, do you know why I pick my nose?" "Ummm, because you're a boy and you're gross?" "(Giggles) NO MOMMA!!! God put super powers in my nose". I tell ya, this kid...he's a trip! I'm so blessed :)

Ahhhh

Alright. Lots to blog about today! (I'm really trying to keep up with this, can you tell?)

First, my baby boy is a first grader. How did that happen? He is amazing. I'm so very very proud of him. He is such an incredible blessing. I will post pictures once I upload them.

Randy and I sat down and really talked last night about the whole decision for school next year. We both ruled out public school. (No offense to any of you, but, well, it's not the right choice for us.) As far as homeschooling, we both know I can do it, and do it well, and I want to do it. The problem is, and this is me being honest, I frequently start things off with the best of intentions, and then kinda let it fade out. I CAN'T let that happen with Wyatt. So, we are going to go to the homeschooling convention and decide from there.

Randy said he wants me to stay home once Wyatt starts school. I told him that makes me feel so guilty, especially if he's in school. He said it shouldn't. For one thing, when I'm working, I get home, and am typically too tired to cook. (Remember, I don't get to sit down at work) We are going to take this summer to see how we do just living on his salary, and to make sure that our marriage is really going to work. (Although, I have to say, KNOWING it's going to work makes a big difference)

Wyatt starts with the new sitter today. I'm excited. I really like her, she seems so much like me. She's so laid back, and I really think that's what Wyatt should have, especially over the summer. I can't wait to see how his first day is!

TV shows belong in the toilet

I'm sitting here drinking coffee and watching Boy Meets World, which is the typical start to my morning. I was thinking about why I stay so attached to this show. I think, actually, it's because there really aren't any family friendly sitcoms. There's reality TV everywhere, and some of it is family friendly. But nothing like the good ones. Home Improvement, The Nanny, they all seem to be things of the past. Prime time TV is a joke.

Anyway, that's my rant for today, I suppose.

I am so excited!! Today is Friday, and that means that my husband will FINALLY be home, I will finally have all our stuff, and we can get settled. I can make this place a home. (Not to mention settlement is today, so I can go grocery shopping) Wyatt can't wait either :)

I can't wait for my period to start. Then I get to start the whole process for the IUI. I feel so positive about this. I really do. I'm fully prepared that it may not work the first cycle. But at least now I feel like I'm DOING something about the infertility. I did catch myself looking at baby stuff yesterday and planning a nursery. I try not to do that, because that just gets a little emotional.

Ah well, it's time to get my day going. Monster child needs to get to school.

Soooo not in Kansas anymore

I just dropped my dad off at the airport. Now, keep in mind that I grew up in the DC area. To me, and airport is not a building...it's a complex. You have to choose one of 6 lanes to get to where you need to go. And you know that scene in National Lampoons where Clark says "Look kids...Parliment" over and over? That's what it's like with the terminal. Not so down here. If you don't pay attention, you miss THE turn into the airport. Thats right, kids. The one and only turn. There's one lane. I literally drove in one circle, stopping long enough to let my dad out in front of the terminal. (Yes, I put it in park and everything...I did more than just slow down and give him the boot) I didn't get lost even once trying to get in and out. I'm amazed. Last time I was at Regan National, it seemed like weeks before I figured out where I was going, with a couple of wrong turns along the way...and that wasn't even my first time there.

Wyatt's doing so much better with the schedule in the mornings. He's getting ready on time, with some to spare. Most of that was me figuring out what to allow and what to put my foot down on. He's supposed to have his first practice soccer practice tonight, but there's no coach, so I don't know if they are still going ot have it.

Randy left this morning for PA. There was an issue he needed to take care of, and he's just going to stay until settlement, which was changed from September 1 to Sept 17. This has been the most frustrating process. I'm so sick of calling people and changing things. I feel like that's all I'm doing. But, there is a reason for it all, and I'm trying to be patient. Easier said than done though.

I know, I know. I'm sorry!

I haven't written in about 2 weeks. I'm sorry! I'm a terrible blogger. We haven't settled on the house in PA yet (grrr) so we haven't been able to do some stuff down here...like get internet. So for now I'm using Verizon Wireless for internet and it STINKS!

Wyatt has started his school (He's been going for 2 weeks now) He goes to Laurence Manning Academy, and he LOVES it. Homework...well, that he's not so thrilled with. I don't have the heart to tell him it gets harder than tracing and coloring. We've finally figured out our afternoon routine. When he gets home he gets half hour to do whatever, then he sits down to do homework. At first I was having him do homework right away, and that was NOT working. This new routine seems to work well. Let's hope it stays that way!

Mornings....ahhh....mornings are NOT easy in our house. Unless, of course, I want to sleep in. Then he's up at the crack of dawn. But on a school day, I have to drag him out of bed. I thought I had at least 10 years until I had to deal with this kinda stuff!

Wyatt has a loose tooth :) He's so cute, now every book that he checks out of the library is about loose teeth. They get to check out a book, bring it home, and once they read it to mom or dad, it goes back and a new one comes home. Apparently our library has a lot of books about loose teeth.

Wyatt's school's athletic logo is an orange paw. Wyatt now insists that we be fans of Clemson, since they have the same orange paw. *Sigh* He really is growing up so fast, but I didn't expect to have his college picked out already!

Randy is down here. Originally he wasn't going to be here until after settlement, but his last day of work came and went, and settlement didn't, so....here he is :)

Alright, I must go nudge the boy. More like jump on his bed, since that's what it takes to wake him up.

Busy night

We went to the races last night. Wyatt LOVED it. First he said he wanted to leave because it was too loud, but once he got used to it he had a blast. He's getting big before I'm ready for him to. Last night there was a wreck, and, knowing I could see him, I let him run to the fence where the wreck was without me. He got lost in a crowd of kids and other onlookers, and I didn't panic (even though I really wanted to!) I knew where he was, and I knew he couldn't go anywhere. *Sniffle* Yesterday, he wanted an extra snack. He told me he's the oldest, so he could get extra. I just laughed and let him have it. What can ya do?

There is so much fun stuff around here, and we have so many friends. Sometimes I get so aprehensive about leaving, but I know we are doing the best thing for our family. Last night we went with Adriana and her kids. I love those girls so much. Last week I worked with their dad, and they came to the station. Carleigh, who isn't 2 yet, gave me a kiss and I heard her say my name for the first time. I had to leave the room because I broke down. Last night she kept wanting to sit in my lap and cuddle me. It's like I can feel my heart break. I love both of those girls like they were my own. Wyatt is just like a big brother to them. Sometimes they are best friends, sometimes they are each other's worst enemies. I know we will have friends like that in SC eventually, but it's still hard.

Mr. Rust is coming over today. We are gonna cook out and make S'mores. Tomorrow is Hersheypark, and after that, who knows. But every day on the calendar is BOOKED. I want to get some stuff cleaned up today, but otherwise, there's nothing to pack that can't wait until the last day (like clothes, toiletries, etc) I've kinda reached the point where there's nothing I can do. *Sigh

Finally have news...

...and I just haven't felt like sitting down to type. Go figure.

Last night was National Night Out. We went to Logan Park, and Wyatt got to "fly" a military helicopter. I think he had a good time. I was working, and we had a couple of calls, but otherwise, it was a good time. I gotta say, stuff like that really makes me realize how much we will miss this area and our friends. It's truly a great area to raise a family, and our friends are wonderful. I hope we are doing the right thing. I know we are, but it's still very bittersweet.

OK, so...now for the news...Yesterday, at 8am I got a phone call....There was an opening in Wyatt's kindergarten class. Soooo...he will be going to private school. :) YAY! I feel so at peace and even excited about that. Not that I ever doubted my ability to homeschool. I wanted to, but I didn't feel the excitement about it that other people have. And then finding out that the ONLY homeschool group in our area only has 5 members...That just didn't seem like Wyatt would have the socialization that I wanted for him. So then I found out orientation dates, etc for Wyatt's school. Then I started thinking that it's possible for us to be down there in time for him to start, but it would depend on the school letting us pay after settlement. Lots of stuff in the air. Long story short, they approved him starting with his class and us paying late, and Wyatt and I are moving August 19. I really didn't want him (or I) to miss orientation. It's a new area, neither of us know anything about the school, and there are already so many adjustments our family has to make. If I can do anything to make them easier, well, that's my job. So he and I will go down with the dogs and a small trailer packed with enough to last us for 2 weeks until Randy can follow with the moving truck. Lots to do now! I'm glad I got most of the packing done up to this point. Now it's mostly figuring out what we need to take with us, and then cleaning the house so Randy just has to do a bit of a touch up before he comes down.

This whole thing is very bittersweet for me. The mood swings definitely aren't helping, LOL. I know it will all work out, I have faith in that.

ARRGGGGHHHH

I had an entire blog typed. I liked it. It was cute and funny, much like yours truly. I went to post it, and it disappeared. Head, meet desk.

So, anyway, we are not buying my dad's house. We found a bigger house. It's on an acre less land, but really, 2 acres is plenty. It's already fenced, has one more bedroom, a bigger master closet, and a nicer layout. And it's only 5 grand more. We put an offer on it yesterday. Click here to see the house. I'm excited! Quite nervous, a little scared, but mostly super excited. (And still really peeved that I'm typing all this for the second time this morning)

You loyal readers are lucky I didn't just say screw it and not post!

Now, I don't remember if I told you about Barnum, Wyatt's cat. Well, I did already this morning, but you didn't see it. He and Bailey made themselves outside cats. A couple of months ago we noticed that his paw was swollen. We made them indoor cats again, and kept an eye on his paw. It seemed to get better. Well, then it started "oozing" So, we took him to the vet, where they told me he had an infection down to his bone. 2 rounds of oral antibiotics, an injectable antibiotic, pain meds, debreiding, and multiple return visits for bandaging later....He seemed all better. 2 days ago, his paw started profusely bleeding, and the blood was mixed with, well, puss. So, back to the vet we go. Another injectable antibiotic and another round of oral antibiotics later...if it's not *significantly* better in 2 days, he needs an x-ray. But, his personality has not changed at all. He still lets Wyatt love on him. A lot. To the point that I'm almost sorry for the cat. Remember the Peanuts cartoon? Linus and his blanket? Yeah, that's Wyatt and his cat.

This is a small sample of what happens every day

I really think the cat is part dog.

Well, today I start round 2 of Clomid. I decided to go ahead with 2 rounds and give each ovary a chance to step up to the plate before I start Vitex. I'm kinda scared that the cervical surgery is preventing me from getting pregnant. According to the mean doctor, I have almost no cervix. I mean, that's gotta have an impact, right? All the research I've done (and the mean doctor) say that the cervix plays no role in conception. But my body says different. You know what though? Really, if that's the case, then IUI and IVF will bypass that, so I *still* know I'll get pregnant, even if I need a little help.

Blechy blech blech

Soooo..... Maybe it's the spaghetti. Maybe it was the Clomid. But I woke up at 2 am feeling insanely nauseated. It was awful! Maybe it was a combination of the spaghetti and Clomid (note to self, don't eat leftovers at work today)

So...I'm at work. And, I don't know what it is, but there is a furry/fuzzy thing in the hallway, just outside the women's bathroom door. I think it's dead. I may even think it was once alive (as opposed to being your garden variety dust bunny...LARGE garden variety dust bunny). But, I'm not getting close enough to find out. And, if we get a call, someone else HAS to go, because I can't save lives by myself, so that other person can dispose of the...thing. If I get close enough to see what it is, it will certainly spring to life and bite my nose. (You see, I am just THAT good at my job) It really is giving me the creeps. Someone make it go away!

Moving right along....Ugh...it's still there. I know it is. Where is my shift partner? He's a boy, he can come take care of it. This is the thanks I get for showing up to work over an hour early. I get greeted by...things... Ugh.

So anyway....back to moving along. This morning, on the way to work, I turned the radio off, and just talked to God. Can I tell you how good it felt? I thanked Him for all the amazing blessings He's given me. I look around, and I am SO lucky. I have so very much in the way of friends and love. The fact that someone who has never, and likely never will, meet me has put so much heart and love into helping me just humbles me. I thanked Him for that. I also thanked Him for my friends, and asked Him for help with a few friends having problems. I feel like, this morning, I really had a chance to pray for those people who are important in my life.

I need to go check on the....thing. If this is the last thing I type, send help!.................................OMG it's GONE!!! I am NEVER sleeping here AGAIN! I swear, it looked like a mouse that had been flatened. What, was it playing dead? It was fat too. What if it was a mommy mouse in labor, and now there are lots of little mouse-letts? Crap. I really want to cry. And I have flip flops on (my shift doesn't start til 6) so the thing/s can nibble on my toes! EWWWWWW

I am SUCH a girl. Although, that may be one of Randy's favorite things about me

Not much to say....

But I know if I don't post my favorite SMIB will be pestering me on facebook.

We've been to Hershey Park twice now. It is so much fun. At the entrance to the park, they have an area where kids can measure themselves to see how tall they are. Each height section has a name of a Hershey candy. This year, Wyatt graduated to Reeces PB Cups. He is SO excited. Every time we visit, I take his picture in front of the measuring thing-y. That way, if he gets lost or something, I have a recent picture, as well as a way to remember what he's wearing. And, they can see how tall he is. Possibly a little over protective. But, I'm mom, it's my right ;)

Poor kid, yesterday, he was SO tired, that he looked at me, said "Mom, can I take a nap?", put his head down, and was out. For hours. He doesn't have a whole lot going on this summer, but it's enough to wear the boy out. I think I will have to make it a point to have one day a week where we don't go anywhere. No camp, no store, no Hershey...just home. Of course, it would be nice if the pool water cooperated. I even took a sample to the pool store, they gave me stuff to fix it....and it still doesn't look swim friendly. I will give it another day and go back.

I'm feeling the itch to go to MD for a few days. Not just overnight, as I have been doing, but long enough to really see everyone. I think I am in desperate need of girl time. And time with MY girls. Not that my friends in PA aren't great friends, but...they're not Trish, and Brenda, and Nikki, and, yes, even you Steph. And besides, there is no Swampwater in PA. (Trust me, I've looked)

Today I am going bra shopping. Blech. Really not terribly exciting. I hate it. I never find anything that fits well, and looks cute, and is confortable. I'm going to start just wearing those bra tanks. Who cares if my ta-tas are at my knees? It will be comfy.

Morning, interrupted

So I woke up at 3 am this morning. No idea why. But I just couldn't go back to sleep. I finally gave up and got out of bed to play on Facebook. (Although, I must say, I balanced the check book first, so I was responsible! Plus I had to t-fer money from savings to cover Barnum's vet bills) Well, I sat here thinking...I really should take advantage of all the beautiful scenery and sit on my patio furniture with my coffee to watch the sunrise. Does it get any more peaceful than that??

The answer to that, my friends, is YES. It gets much more peaceful. Because, you see, there, on the pretty blue and yellow cusion, was a spider. Now I know that spider was sitting there, waiting. Waiting for my pre-caffeinated self to not notice it and plop right down, where it would promptly bite me in the ass and kill me. And really, I refuse to die before I've had my coffee. So Mrs. Outdoors came in. See, this is why I must have a camper to camp. No tents for me! Can you make a tent spider proof? I think not

Hey, did you know that my kid is the cutest EVER? Yesterday, he was playing with his legos, trying to build a fire truck. This is what I heard: "On the third day, God created a steering wheel. And He liked it". Ahhh...so sweet. He comes up with stuff all the time that is SO smart. And lately he has really been a different kid. His behavior is SO much better. He cleans up after himself, I only need to ask him once. (Bear in mind, this is after weeks of throwing away toys that he didn't pick up....In reality, they were donated, but he thinks they were thrown away)

It appears we are going to be moving to SC with a zoo. That's right, a zoo. 3 cats, 2 fish, a snail, a frog and 4 dogs. FOUR dogs. We have been petsitting a friends Golden Retriever until he can find an apartment that will let him keep Sam. Well, said friend and I were talking, and I jokingly told him he was going to have to figure out how to make visitations work if it was across state lines. He said "Well, I guess I'll have to drive to SC". Uh, I wasn't serious, it's your dog! But, well, I guess now I have a step-dog. He's such a sweetie that I really don't mind. Now, I know what you're thinking. Mocha, Rascal, and Sam. That's 3 dogs. I said 4. Well, do you remember our puppy Sam? (Clearly, a very different Sam than the one we have now) His mom just had puppies. Yesterday, in fact. And, one of them is ours :) I am getting a girl this time around. I am getting way too outnumbered around here. And I'm excited!!! :) Hey, I warned you people. So what, I didnt' wait 6 months? Randy feeds into it....He's the one who wanted Georgie, the kitten. So there!

I think, when we move (or maybe before that) I'm going to look into becoming a midwife. Too many moms don't have the birthing options they want. I know that when I do get pregnant again, I want to deliver in a birthing center, instead of a hospital. I'd really like to deliver at home, but I don't know that anyone would allow that. It may be too risky. So, I will settle for a birthing center. I'd like to do a water birth. I've heard such wonderful things. But, I digress. SC does allow midwifery, so....I am going to look into it :)

Diets and all that crap

It's not like Weight Watchers is a difficult diet. So why am I having so many problems sticking with it? I'll tell you why...It's that dreaded shift work. We get a call at 3am, my partner wants hot dogs from Sheetz, and I get nothing. I don't even LIKE hot dogs, but at 3 am, they look so yummy...and smelling them makes my tummy rumble. However, watching said partner snarf them down does make them slightly less appealing. I could very easily get something if I wanted, but I know those points would taste so much better being spent on ice cream in the afternoon. Besides, isn't it all about learning better eating habits? See, really, being a stay at home mom is better for my health!!!

Plus, I'd get to wear flip flops. All. The. Time.

So, apparently, 5 is an appropriate age to just drop kids off at a birthday party. Who knew? Last week, one of the moms asked me what time she should be back to pick up her son. I looked at her in confusion. Wait, you're leaving? There are 20 kids here! What if all their moms left? Dont' leave. That's not allowed. So I asked another mom last night what she thought. "Sure!" she said. "At Tanner's party, we are planning on the kids getting dropped off". But....but...they are FIVE. I don't know that I'm ok with that. Especially for an outside party. Not that we aren't in a safe area, but THAT many kids? Really? Can you keep an eye on every single one? There are some days I can keep an eye on one 5 year old, much less an entire gaggle of them. This mom will be a guest at Tanner's party, make no mistake about that.

Speaking of 5 year olds, does mine ever sleep? I love love LOVE summer. But I hate the fact that it's still light at 9:30 ("Mommy, I can't go to sleep, it's still daytime!) and his little internal clock is set to wake him up at 7:00. Unless we have plans. If we have plans, he will inevitably sleep until 5 minutes after we are due to leave the house.

Well, our house is officially listed. Pictures and all. I can't wait to get to S.C. and househunt down there. I'm hoping we can get the house we have our eye on (My dad's 2nd house) He's turning it over to the bank at the end of this month, so it will be listed even cheaper than it is now. I wonder if we can put a contract on a bank owned house? I don't know how that works. Do they even do contingency contracts anymore? I just don't want to lose it because we are waiting for our house to sell. That is MY Dad's house you would live next to, Buster! MINE! Our house has only been listed for a couple of days, but we haven't had ANY showings. Not one. The first couple of weeks should be almost non stop! And it's listed at a great price. I really want to be settled by this fall, so that IF we send Wyatt to school, he can start with the rest of his class. SC just has stricter homeschool laws, so I'm not sure how that would play out. More research is required. From what I can tell, there are more resources for homeschooling parents. We shall see.

Until another day, my pretties.....

(Oh, and that other day probably won't be tomorrow. I work uber late tonight, and church in the morning. What? No, I don't recall making any promise to blog every day. Don't be silly)

Shoes

Anyone who knows me knows that I am not a fan of shoes. If I have to wear anything, it's flip flops. And let me just tell you, I have flip flops in every color.

Now, I love my job. It's exciting (sometimes) and I get to feel like I made a difference (sometimes) But, I have to wear shoes. Not just any shoes, but steel toe boots. And these, my friend, are not flip flops. Can't someone somehow invent an OSHA compliant flip flop? It has to be possible.

I am horrible at decision making. We all know (and love) this about me. You do love it. And if you don't, shut up and pretend. Well, my wonderful husband is just as bad. And, if he's in the process of attempting a decision, don't give him more options! I was joking with him about some things friends had said (like "Why are you moving to SC? At least if it was the beach I would understand") So now the man wants to look at properties in Myrtle Beach. Does anyone have that target that I can tape to the desk, so I know exactly where to bang my head? Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't mind living at the beach. It's still closer to my dad, easily affordable, but we will have to give up some land. But it's the BEACH! I can so live at the beach. Now, anyone want to place bets on how long it will take us to make a decision? I'm praying our house sells quickly, so we can move and get settled before school starts. If not, I can easily transfer homeschooling stuff :)

Changes (seem familiar?)

Well, Randy approached me the other day. He's not happy here. He's happy with me (and, um, how could he not be???). He's just not happy here. So he started talking about moving BACK to Dillsburg, or buying the house that my dad is selling. I told him it's totally up to him. Of course, I gave him imput. But, one of my biggest stressors has been that I feel I've made all the major decisions. So this one is his. I'm trying to support him and NOT speak my mind too much...Because I know he will change his mind if he thinks I disagree. This is a big step for us, on multiple levels...

Contrary to what some people believe, if we go to SC, we are not leaving them!! It will be a big lifestyle change for us, but it will give me some more spare time, too. I'm not putting the details of what I want on here, until Randy tells me for sure what he's decided. But then, my pretties, you will all know!

I'm getting that itch....I want a puppy, or a kitten, or a baby SOMETHING. 6 more months, and if there's not a mini me growing, I will get a puppy. But I'm giving it 6 months of the mood altering drugs. My poor husband.

Ramblings

Have I ever mentioned that I'm indecisive? I'm not sure that I have. HA! Well, the skirts are still hanging in the closet. Yes, that's right. In the closet. Not on me. Unless it's Sunday. I took the jeans and shorts right back out of storage. I just couldn't do it. Maybe I will switch a little more gradually. I dunno, maybe not. You know, I'm me. I don't have to fit into someone else's mold. I can homeschool in jeans, people! And I can cut my hair if I want to. (Not that I do want to, because people will hurt me, but you know, I *could*)

I really shouldn't blog at 1:30am. I really should learn to fall asleep when we get back from middle of the night calls. Then again, people really should learn to use 911 for (say it with me) e-mer-gen-cies. Really, is it that difficult of a concept to grasp? Clearly, yes, it is. *sigh I'm in the middle of 3 night shifts in a row. Not a huge deal, unless you're up with a 4 year old 5 year old all day. And tomorrow (today) I have a JILLION things to do. Yes, a jillion. And, no, I can't count that high.

I keep trying to tell myself it's pointless to stay on my diet this week, with Wyatt's birthday and everything else going on. And, you know, if I'm not on my diet, I can have all the coffee and creamer I want. :) Did I mention the nightshift thing? And my last nightshift is a 16 hour shift. How does that work? Oh yeah, with coffee :)

See...I can't even decide to stay on my diet. But I will. Stay on it, I mean. Well, I'll go back on it. This is just a bad week. Lots going on. I know, I said that already. I need sleep. That's a bad thing to say in the emergency services world, as I have now guaranteed myself to not get any.

5 years ago today....

at this very moment, they were starting the medications that would bring my son into this world.



I remember them handing me this tiny little bundle and thinking he was so perfect. When they took him to weigh him, and my best friend said she was going to take pictures of my son, well, that's when I lost it. Tears everywhere.



Today, I look at that not so tiny bundle, and I am amazed by how smart, kind and handsome he is. In the last year, he has taught himself to read, has learned how to add and subtract, can count to 500, and the list goes on. If he thinks you are having a bad day, he puts his head on your shoulder and scratches your back. He makes me laugh constantly.



That little boy is such an incredible blessing to me. I thank God everyday for giving him to me.



Happy birthday, Wyatt!!

Well, it's been almost a month....

I went out of town for a week to the beach. I went with a few girls. It was nice to get away, and I came home with a fresh perspective.

On one hand, there's a lot going on, but on the other, it's nothing notable.

Wyatt graduated PreK. I only got teary eyed once. When he got on the stage and said his line, it made me laugh so hard. He is such a bright, funny little man and I am truly blessed to call him my son. The other day I went into his room to remind him to get dressed. He was laying on his bed, with a book in his hand. I stood in the doorway and listened. He was reading! I get a little misty eyed writing this. I can't believe it.He's so smart. When I asked him to get dressed, he asked if he could finish reading his book first. Hmmm...procrastinating in order to read...Where might he get that from?

I'm still so on the fence about school next year. I'm not at all worried about the socialization. Between sports, chuch, and friends, he will have plenty of socialization. I have to confess, it's purely selfish. I want a break! I know there has to be a balance...a way to send him to public school and still raise a respectful, God loving little man. I know, I know...whatever decision I make isn't going to be the end all be all....but still.

What, you've had enough of my indecisiveness? Fine, fine. Onto other news. I started Weight Watchers. Again. In my first week, despite 2 "I want what I want so I'm not counting points" meals, I lost 2.5 pounds. Not too shabby. It really is a simple diet to follow. I can do this. And if I start to think I can't...well....here's my motivation. NO laughing! I bought 2 newborn size tshirts. One is hanging on the fridge, the other in the pantry. Here's the thing, I'm going to do this diet for the next month, then start Clomid, a fertility drug. It's pretty mild in comparison. I won't bore you with details. I will, of course, continue with the diet while I"m on Clomid (which will be 4 months) and then we will explore other fertility avenues if needed. Or, you know, maybe Wyatt will be an only child. If that's the plan God has in store for us, then that's how it will be. And you know, I am still a very lucky mom. I would never feel like I was settling with just one child livng with me. Wyatt is incredible.....

So let's see...what else is going on....I'm totally miserable at work. I am just so sick of the drama, and when I'm at work, I just think of all the things I could be doing at home. Next month, between our work schedules, there is no time for anything. I think we may have one day off together. Starting in July, I think I'm only going to work 10pm-6am. Then Wyatt will never know I'mnot here, and I can still get plenty done at home. We shall see.