The Good, The Bad, and the Crazy

The Good

My first week of work was great. I really like my coworkers and the kids cry when I pick them up from daycare because they don't want to leave yet.

I am getting psyched for Bloggy Bootcamp in a few weeks. I'm excited to meet some of my favorite bloggers and excited to get away and spend time with my SIL.

I called our old cleaning woman and set up a consult for this week for her to decontaminate our house from the 1 1/2 years that I was in charge of cleaning.

To my extreme relief, I did receive an offer to have my driveway shoveled today. They wanted a ridiculous amount of money, but I negotiated down. One Mexican man was at the door negotiating in broken English. At our agreement he signaled to the man waiting in a pickup truck. I then watched in amazement as men emptied out of the pickup truck like clowns from a clown car. They were done in about 25 minutes. Two feet of snow was no match for them.

The Bad

I am exhausted - but really - that's nothing new for me.

I was HORRIFIED at my annual gyn appointment this week to realize that I either forgot to put on deoderant or that my deoderant was no match for the heat of my new office and a sweater. I suffered through THE most uncomfortable and embarrassing breast exam ever. Note to self: carry deoderant in purse for all future gyn appointments.

The one year old was up screaming from 4:00am to 4:45am this morning. And then his older sister was delightful enough to go in and WAKE.HIM.UP at 6:45am today.

The Crazy

The fact that my husband was away for the very first weekend of my employment. The weekend that I should have gotten to sleep in and take naps to recover from my first week of work. My birthday weekend. (Technically the weekends before and after my birthday are my birthday weekend if my birthday falls on a weekday.)

The fact that my husband was in the Poconos and only got 1 inch of snow. Yet, we got two feet of snow here in South Jersey.

Last Tuesday, February 2, after pulling teeth I finally got my 4yo to open up about her day at preschool. She finally admitted that oh, they cut stuff...and then she exclaimed, "and oh yeah! Happy Beaver Day Mommy!"

That same 4yo picked out her most grownup looking dress to wear this past Thursday because her great aunt would be taking her to her speech lesson for the first time. She confided to me in the morning that she hoped maybe her Aunt would think she was a grownup in that dress. Then, as she put on the stretchy tank top camisole that is a part of the dress, she looked down at herself, patted herself down proudly and professed excitedly, "Look Mommy, I look like I have boobies!" I assured her, in no time at all, that she would likely have a quite ample bossom and she would rue the day she wished for bigger ones.

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Oh really?

Tomorrow is the big day. First day of work (meaning paid by an employer) in 1 1/2 years. Sigh. Katie is more hyper than usual has hit the ground running at daycare. Timmy is having a ball and completely f'd up sleepwise adjusting to the new schedule. I will immensely miss the possibility of an afternoon nap. And I will miss catching the funny things the kids say and do during the day.

To my delight, Katie has been extremely forthcoming in telling me everything that she and Timmy are doing at their new daycare. I'm frankly pretty surprised since she is so tight-lipped about her pre-school class. Most recently, I'm told it's a secret and she can't tell me. Although, last week she did tell me that they did Tai Chi. Huh...what?!?!? And then she laughed and told me, "Well...they did do that on Kai-lan" (a cartoon).

So, either she is asserting her individuality and trying to set boundaries ALREADY or she's stuck in a fantasy land and thinks that her life really is made up of clips of Caillou, Max & Ruby, and Kai-lan. She does seem to be very informed on the behind the scenes action of those shows. She very seriously told me that Max & Ruby have no parents because they're dead. They were SO old.

And with that...the 1yo is up crying again. It's only the 4th time tonight. Yay for schedule adjustments. Good night!

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Without a hitch

Too busy to pose for pictures!

Yesterday marked Katie and Timmy's first day of daycare, and Tim's first day in daycare ever. He was off, busy playing, the second his coat was hung up. I knew he'd be a little sad after I left. Except he wasn't. Katie was so busy playing that she refused to even submit to a "first day" photo. When I returned, two hours later, they were gushed over and I was assured my children were SO sweet. Timmy saw me, came over to hug me and then ran away. His new teacher giggled and explained, "Oh, he wants to show you his goldfish!" And indeed she was right. My little snack monster had gone back to the snack table, grabbed a handful of goldfish, and ran back to show me exlaiming, " Mum, mum, mum" the whole way back. He held them up to me, showed his charming smile and gobbled them down. Monday he will have the first go at napping at daycare. That's my biggest concern.

I wish I could say the rest of the day went so well, but shortly after coming home from her district pre-school, Katie proceeded to yack all over my kitchen table and floor. Through 1am she couldn't keep even a sip of pedialyte down. Katie is not always the most verbally descriptive child, but my God, when she came into me every 10 minutes because she was "so thirsty and could NOT keep her mind off of her juice," it was one of the hardest things I've had to do as a parent. The pediatrician told us to switch our tactics and provide nothing at all to drink until she hadn't been sick for 4 hours. It was a long night. Thankfully, she's feeling better today.

I'm also participating in Saturday Snapshots, hosted by Twinfatuation.

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I'm Pregnant

NO, NOT REALLY!!!

But...

I did accept a job offer today!

In my senior year of college, I took a "free pass" class, Accounting in the Hospitality Industry, for my graduate accounting elective. My professor was awesome and I believe impressed that I already had a job offer in hand to a Big 5 (pre-Enron) accounting firm. Everyone else in the class was a hospitality major. As a result, I didn't have to do much. For our term paper we were allowed to pick ANY topic relevant to accounting. I chose to do a comparison of various accounting jobs. Public vs private. I also delved into how recruitment by the Big 5 was similar to rushing a sorority. What I didn't know then was that job hunting could also be like trying to get pregnant.

For those who don't know me personally, I was laid off back in August of 2008. I had naively felt I had job security. My performance was good. And then suprise, I was part of the first non-performance based mass layoff since 2001. My husband had suspicions the night before my meeting. But I was in shock. I had worked there for 8 years, straight out of college. I resisted the many recruiter calls over the years and was dedicated to a career with the firm. I was also 6 months pregnant.

I received a generous severance package that covered the time I would have been on maternity leave. I kept in contact with several recruiters with an ear out for an appropriate position. After a year, I decided I could and should be doing more in my job hunt. I valued the time I got to be home with my kids. I never would have had the opportunity if that layoff hadn't occurred, but I needed to get back to work quickly. For both financial reasons and my sanity.

In September, I put my search into overdrive. I began to consider positions that I wouldn't have before. Within a week I had an interview. I got called back for a second interview and had great feedback. And that happened again. And again. Employers have gotten more choosy. They know the job market gives them the advantage. With tons of applicants to choose from, positions that would have been filled by a Manager with 8 years of Big 4 experience in a heartbeat a few years ago are now holding out for someone who also has experience working for a private company.

The ups and downs were hard for me. I had gotten my first position out of college with my excellent transcript and stellar interviewing technique. I had never even considered that I would have so much trouble this time around. And trust me, I know 4 interviews isn't a lot compared to some experiences. But I got to the point that I didn't want to discuss my job search with anyone. I was sick of talking about my excitement after a great interview only to be questioned by everyone in the aftermath, with no good news to share.

I got pregnant with my first born in the first month of trying. I naively expected the second time around to be as easy. The five months of trying felt like an eternity to me. The anticipation, the waiting. And again, I realize that I was blessed to ONLY have to try for five months. But as every other trying to conceive woman knows, the disappointment is there every time. And only gets worse with time.

Recently, I began to communicate to those close to me that my job search was becoming an off limits topic. I would share good news when I had it. If I wasn't sharing anything, clearly I had not heard back from my most recent interview.

Interestingly, when I finally did get pregnant the second time around, it was the first month that we didn't "try." We had just booked a trip for Disney World 3 months later and I decided I didn't want to be pregnant for the trip. I planned to put everything on hold until after the trip. If something happened before then, great, but we weren't "trying".

Two weeks ago, I decided to consider a temporary position I found on careerbuilders. At the very least it would hold us over for a bit. It had the chance to become a permanent position. But if it didn't, I would have the opportunity to be home with the kids for the summer. And I would have gained the much coveted private accounting experience that every other place was focused on finding. I was familiar with the company because I had audited their benefit plan in the past. It is a good NJ location (yay for no parking cost and bridge toll!!!) and I always enjoyed working with the CFO there. Yesterday, they called and offered me a position. A newly created permanent position. And I accepted today. I will be the Financial Reporting Manager. Oh, and I start Tuesday. YIKES!

And so, my fairytale year and a half home with my cherubs will very quickly come to an end. They will ease into their new daycare on Friday and Monday. And Tuesday is showtime!

While writing here and reading all of my new friends' blogs has been an amazing outlet in the days of no other adult contact, I don't think I'll be quitting all that. I may not be able to visit everyone as often, but I do plan to keep writing. I love it. Who knew.

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Mother of the Year

Yesterday, Katie brought home the flyer announcing spring soccer signups. Can't WAIT! Similar to dancing, Katie isn't the most coordinated on the team, but she certainly has heart! And if I do say so myself, already shows a natural penchant towards defense. In the meantime, I have her running sprints back and forth to the mailbox everyday while we wait for the pre-school bus.

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Two for Twos-day

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I wish you were here right now (said to the subject of my picture)

I made this for my BFF's birthday last week. Bundt cake filled with an entire package of strawberries - sliced with my egg slicer. No photo editing at all. It was THAT good. She generously cut me off a very large piece to take home when I came back to pick up my kids. Yes, she is that kind of amazing and generous friend who babysat for me during a family emergency. Even though it was her birthday. So, that very large piece of cake - that was cut large enough to provide a snack for the whole family - was my late dinner. I don't usually eat a lot of sugar (in lieu of my good friends cheese and salt) and holy moly did I have a sugar rush.

*****

The other night, my 4yo had a nightmare. Apparently Swiper the Fox was tormenting her. It was difficult not to laugh. But she was scared. REALLY scared. I layed on her bed with her to calm her down and did my normal post-nightmare spiehl. She shuffled and reorganized her pillows and put her pillow next to her, laying in a pseudo-sideways position. After a few seconds she closed her eyes. Then she sat up and told me, "Mom, it's ok you can go now. I'm laying like this so I don't see Swiper anymore. And now I'm not scared because I'm thinking about Chuck E. Cheese instead."

And this is funny for two reasons: 1) Her BFF Max, is terrified of Chuck E. Cheese. And really shouldn't everyone be? He's a giant rodent. Who lures children to his lair. Isn't that like way scarier than a little sneaky fox who is just a little naughty? and 2) She has never ever been to Chuck E. Cheese. Never even heard of it, so I thought. I certainly never told her about it. But when I tested her to see what it was she rushed on an on about all the fun games there that you can play if you put money in the machines. A little sleuthing and I realized, "Chuck E. Cheese is a proud sponsor of PBS Kids." ACH!!!

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I've been like a little kid at the candy store checking the mail every day. I love getting all the tax documents. I get so excited when they are all finally here and not just to get my return, but because I actually enjoy doing my taxes. I have issues.

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I'm tired. SO tired! Wahh, I had so many more thoughts stored up for today, but I am currently suffering from amnesia. I'll do better next time.

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Class Act

In a move set to create an uproar among the parents of 2-5 year old girls everywhere, Katie's dance teacher has suddenly left The Little Gym just 1 week before their "recital." This is good and this is bad.

This isn't the first time we have experienced sudden and unexplained staffing changes, but with just one week to go before the end of the semester, this one has classy written all over it. Packaged with a bit of irony and likely some karma, our replacement teacher is our old favorite Miss A, who happened to leave us dramatically at the very end of our summer session. Miss A is fun, fun, fun. She is patient, energetic, and genuinely enjoys the kids. Katie adores her and I love that she treats the girls with respect. Katie loved her summer class. She knew she'd have fun every week and she learned a little bit of dancing along the way.

At the beginning of the fall, we were at first crushed to find out that we had a new teacher - but with change comes new pros and cons. Miss X was more authoritative and more structured. I thought that was nice at first. I struggle with balancing the coddling of Katie's personality with trying to get her to grow out of her quirks. I wasn't sure how the new class would go. She did ok, but over time I think she stopped having so much fun. She was caught up in all the rules and having to remember so many different steps that it seemed like too much work for her, at 4. I also began to grow tired of comments such as, "If you girls don't pay attention and get this right, your going to embarrass everyone at our show." Once, Katie refused to allow Miss X to pretend to glue her knees together. Katie favors routine and every other class they had created glue guns with their hands and glued their OWN knees together. Katie was proudly trying to tell Miss X that she had already done it. Instead of saying "Ok, great" and moving on, she was told, "Katie, it's just pretend. All the other girls are pretending and you're ruining it for everyone else in the class." Katie takes comments like this in stride, but as a parent I was ready to look up a hitman.

So, Miss A is back and as a result the girls have had to scrap the entire routine they've been working on for weeks. I feel sad for some of the other girls who were so proud of the routine and practiced diligently at home. For Katie - this is not a problem. She would have never remembered the routine anyway and the new one is FUN and cute. Perfect for Katie. And while I'd love Katie to "be serious" about learning to dance - I know this will not be "her thing." This is why we chose The Little Gym for dance to begin with. She gets to be a ballerina to her heart's content and then run off all of her energy doing gymnastics in the second half of class.

Bad for some, good for us. If Miss A decides to stick around. Oh, and this is what the girls will now be performing for their recital. They love it and the parents love it. Miss A has even generously offered an extra class before the show so the girls can get a bit more practice. And we mom's convinced Miss A to do the routine one more time, so we could videotape. So we can help the girl's practice during the week. I can assure you - this is the week to be a fly on my wall.



My talented daughter is the tallest blonde. The one who refuses to wear a leotard. The one just a little bit "off" from the rest of the class.

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