Gymboree, here I come...

Today I accepted a job with Gymboree! I absolutely love their clothes and I think it will be a good emotional outlet while earning a little extra money. The discounts wouldn't be to shabby either.

In addition to that, Mike started back to school last week. He is majoring in criminal justice. He thinks I will wear myself thin, and we won't have quality time together anymore. I'm not so sure that is my future. I do have an existing job. I code documents during the day. However, it isn't daily and many days are free. Not that I need to work at Gymboree on those days (Monday through Friday), but I think a weekend job would be great.

So I guess we will see.

Today is the Last Day...

Today is the last "Official" day of watching James. I didn't realize what a momentous occasion it would be. His mother is a teacher, so today is also the last day of classes in our area. Since December, I have wondered if James had learning disabilities or autistic. I have now come to the conclusion that he just doesn't like me. What I see with him not giving me eye contact or his lack of communication with me is his passive aggressive nature. It has been a frustrating and exhausting few months.

Now, I am not saying that our incompatibility is all one sided, my family has a saying, "My crow is the blackest." I believe we all have different spiritual gifts, one is to love every and all children as your own. I know I don't possess that one, but I do like other peoples children from arms length.

I have also felt a sense of being home-bound. I have only one car seat and since James and Abby have recently learned to walk, I haven't been able to take them anywhere. Another problem I have faced is with Abby and her many appointments. Between hearing tests, doctors' appointments, speech therapy, and play dates it has been hard for me to juggle schedules around to accommodate everyone.

Today, I just have a feeling of relief...

This one time at band camp.... no, I mean just camp...

This weekend, I learned something new about myself. Drum roll please.... I like to camp! Let me give you some history on the situation... I always went to Girls Camp as a adolescent, but have not done so for fifteen years, I just thought the kind of camping I liked had amenities which included room service, wake-up calls, and a concierge.

This weekend wasn't completely roughing it. We had access to toliets, showers and a pool. My husband and I have different views on what true camping is but if you ask me, sleeping outdoors, making your meals out of a cooler with a camp chef, and roasting smores in the evening IS camping. If we camped like what my husband thinks is truly camping only one of us would have come out alive. I might be short, but I am scrappy!

One last issue and then I will go on. I amused my siblings and their spouses when I became dismayed when Mike put together our tent and I saw our tent was blue. I had thought I picked out a red tent. They asked me what was wrong and I said, "I wanted to be the red team." (Everything we had purchased to go camping was red, or so I thought). I didn't realize when you camped you can't have things match or look like you care. Odds and ends are the standard and the more modge-podge the better! My mistake. I guess I will just have to be the anomaly on this issue.

More about my weekend... I met my brother with his family and my sister with her family. There were thirteen in all with four tents between us. My daughter being twenty months kept trying to wander off which made me long for another tie-out, like what we did with the dog. Okay, maybe that was a little harsh, but truthful. The days were warm and clear but evenings cooled down quickly and soon became cold.

I think the nicest part of the whole weekend was spending it with family. Nothing pressing only pleasant.