it was a good weekend

we had a great weekend. it's no secret to those who know me well that i tend to live in a fantasy world and relate everything to movies (gasp if you didn't know...it's okay). in my mind i live in the country in a two story white house with blue shutters with a wrap-around porch...i have a craft room for scrap booking...troy has a work shop out back...emma plays in the yard with friends who live next door but we have to drive and pick them up because the houses aren't stacked and packed on top of one another...

work is getting better, but i still find myself anticipating the weekend so i can come away from the corporate stress to actually make a decent meal for my family and spend the entire day with Emma rather than just getting her up out of bed and back home with just enough time to get her fed, bathed and back in bed.

amber moved into an apartment less than five minutes from us so she's spending more and more time with us. friday night we went to cici's pizza and to wal-mart then home to watch the presidential debate.

saturday me, troy and emma stayed in our pjs until 4:30 pm...we had cinnamon roles for breakfast....played with Emma until she laughed so hard she had hiccups...

one of my cousins who lives in atlanta was in for the weekend - he's pretty much a riot....i had my parents, brother and his family (and amber) over...we sat outside until midnight telling family stories from the past and laughing...i rocked my 5 month old nephew to sleep in my arms...

today we slept in...then we went to ms. alma's and spent time celebrating scott's birthday. i love seeing how much joy emma brings to so many peoples' lives.

tomorrow begins the increasingly more dreaded work week. my schedule is finally letting up some. maybe i'll even have a minute tomorrow to reflect on my weekend....as my mind drifts away thinking about the time i got to spend with family this weekend i won't picture the house in the country with the shutters. i'll think about emma playing with the people who love her the most...and will be thankful that we don't need the house in the country to make the home we want for her.

Hungry, Hungry Hippos

We watched the debate last night....was glad to see the old Senator decided to show up in the midst of the financial crisis repair emergency meetings. I almost pulled out my old PR text books to see what maneuver his campaign advisor was pulling with the "campaign stall" tactic...or was it a strategy? LOL - that was good stuff last night.

We've been trying to keep an open mind on who gets our votes, but I guess it's no secret we're leaning towards the "brown man" as my niece calls him. I'm not sure I learned anything new last night to help me decide in stone. I did however walk away knowing that the old man knows several world leaders and can pronounce their names correctly....in fact he's traveled to see many of them himself. The brown man on the other hand didn't say my name personally, but I sure did feel like he had a grasp on what I'm going through as a middle class working mother trying to provide the best life possible for my family...it sure seemed like he was talking about me and people I know.

So we have $700 billion dollars at stake in this financial rescue plan (mess). I didn't make the best grade in economics but aren't they forgeting a critical piece of the formula - the middle class? Do you suppose the government will make good on my student loan debt if I simply raise my hand to say my um, yes, hi, see...I borrowed this money without thinking about the future...and now my house hold will fold if I have to make good on the debt...can you bail me out too? I want a President who will consider the fact that working parents can't afford suitable housing, health care and a college education for their children. I want a President who thinks our education and heath care systems are a crisis...and stops playing games of shotty politics to come up with some emergency repair for these systems. There's an idea I'd be more willing to throw my tax dollars towards.

John Stewart made a pun this week about republicans playing a game of Hungry, Hungry Hippo in which they were eating all the poor people. I can't help but think he's on to something.

:)

I experienced the best thing that happened to me all week long yesterday. During the praise and worship portion of our church service my husband reached over and grabbed my hand, and then held it during the song. That was the highlight of my week.

For Aunt Kelly

Your brother taught her how to go down stairs...gracefully

Walking

Its been a long week

I'm tired, I'm worn out, I'm sad, I'm frustrated, I'm confused about what I'm really supposed to be doing for a job, I miss Emma, I miss my husband, I miss my friends, I miss me. It's been a long, stressful week at work. I've had a sick-to-my-stomach feeling about my job just about every day this week. I can't help but feel that there is just something different that I should be doing....something just isn't right. Is it time to consider a career change when you start making pro and con lists about your job? On one hand my job is probably greener than the grass I imagine on the other side, but what side? Any side? I keep asking what keeps me in the job I have. The only answer I can come up with is money. Isn't that sad? The money isn't making me happy, but what's a woman to do? If I take a job that's less demanding it won't offer the flexibility I have (when I'm not slammed) to start and end when I want each day or go on vacation when I want, or go to Emma's functions at the day care. If I work part-time it wouldn't be worth the day care expense. Surely I'm not the only mother who's had this dilemma, but I feel alone. I try to give it to God, daily...okay very frequently daily, and yet I still get no peace. Somethings gotta give, and soon. Tomorrow is Pancake Saturday (our Saturday morning favorite). I'm looking forward to making pancakes for my husband and daughter. It's fun to watch Emma eat pancakes (and put them in her hair). OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH - Emma took 3 steps alone last night! She did it after her bath, in her room. She walked from Troy to me. I'm thankful the three of us could share the experience together. You would have thought we won the lottery or something we got so excited. She did it again twice tonight. She lets out the biggest squeal when she does it. I'll see if we can get it on video to share with all of you.