Hey, Mrs. Wilson!

Okay, so I know that blogging about work is kind of a blogger faux pas, but this is my blog, and I want to write about it. So there.

As I drove to work this morning, on my first day, I started to think of how my job was going to affect my family when school starts. The hours I work are 7 am to 3:30 pm, which means that I will not be there in the mornings for the kids. What? I’m ALWAYS there in the morning! I almost started bawling at the thought that I would not be able to do Kaylie’s hair for school or make sure that her outfit matches. I’m going to have to teach Noah how to braid.

I had an absolutely BORING morning. I sat literally for an hour while they tried to get a computer up for me to do orientation on. Woot. The orientation took an hour, and then I followed someone around for another hour because the morning manager had no idea what I was supposed to be doing. When the person I was shadowing went to ask a manager a question, I sat in the break room for, no kidding, a whole ENTIRE hour. I read the back of a computer building magazine twenty thousand times. And the vending machines. And the customer service signs on the walls. And the expired ads on the bulletin board.

Finally a different manager came out and sent me for lunch, as he probably took pity on me. I picked up bus passes for Noah and me (it’s hard to have TWO jobs and only have ONE vehicle in the city!) and dropped off the application for Kaylie’s school. I then went home to grab something cold (it’s a freakin’ SAUNA here!) and to see my family for five minutes. I left with about 20 minutes left on my lunch break and it was a 10 minute drive. Or so I thought. The power was out in the city (which happened a minute into my drive) and EVERY SINGLE STOP LIGHT was out! That is NOT good. I had to go through 10 or so intersections and they ALL had bazillions of cars in line.  It’s like going through ten 4-way stops during rush hour.

In one of the lines, before I was due back, I called Adam, the agent at the temp agency that found me the job. They are my employers, not the workplace people. Anyway, I told Adam the problem (STUCK! IN TRAFFIC A MILE LONG WITH NO END IN SIGHT!) and he said it was no problem and that he’d call the job site for me. When I finally got there, I was 10 minutes late. Pretty good for a first day, right? I think from now on I won’t leave unless I have to. But today, I had to.

The afternoon was much better, and I actually got trained.  I have to say that I think I’m going to enjoy the job very much.

God gave me peace on my drive home. I can pick out Kaylie’s outfit with her in the evening, and there are some things I can do with her hair that will last the night. I also got her a couple head bands to solve the FRIZZ problem that she has. I don’t like frizz. I’ve had it all my life (and finally learned to control it, somewhat) and I hate it. If I teach Noah to do a ponytail, all she has to do is put the headband on and she’s set.

On the drive home I also realized how blessed I was at my previous job. I knew I was already, but now I REALLY know.  I got to drop Kaylie off at school every day, got to pick her up every day, and got to go to any special school event if it was during the day.  They were very flexible with me, as I was with them.  It was probably the best work environment I’ll ever have.

As I was making Chicken Pot Pie for dinner, my children were hungry. They’re ALWAYS hungry WHILE I’m making dinner. Makes sense. I found the perfect thing to keep Kaylie quiet and Liliana occupied for hours a couple minutes so I could finish up. Frozen peas. They are God’s gift to moms. I think Liliana ate about a cup of them. That’s not an overdose, right?

Also in Liliana news, she’s saying new words. She’s been doing the “mama” and “dada” thing for a while now, but now she calls me “momom”. She’s been saying “uh oh” for a while, and now she’s saying “ba” (ball), “kee” (keys), “bobow” (bottle), and “nononono”. She waves when saying goodbye, and she puts her hands in the “I don’t know” position for saying “all done”. Occasionally, she signs “please”. Also, we might soon be in the market for a potty. Noah read recently on Chelsey’s Facebook profile that Maya had gone pee on the potty (or something to that effect - way to go Maya!!). He said that if other babies Liliana’s age are peeing on the potty, then so should she. I told him that if he wanted to potty train her, he can go right ahead. I’m alright waiting. Potty training is WORK. Maybe at Christmas …

I was going to be nice to you and show you a schwak of pictures for being so patient as to listen to my ramblings, but I have to be up at FIVE O’CLOCK IN THE MORNING to catch the bus tomorrow, so you’ll have to wait until tomorrow’s post.  Sorry.  If you’re up at 5 am, you can think of me having a cold shower to wake myself from my slumber five hours earlier than I usually get up.