Ring, ring

I have been miserable at home. I have been miserable at work. I have been happy at home. I have been happy at work.

Maybe now, I should be miserable/happy at both places…. It could be that my kids would be better off playing with cousins at Grandmas for awhile. It may be that I am just tired of picking up squirming, tantruming 30 pound kids who now seem to have the edge over me…..hormone ball of pregnant momness that I am. Tough times….I forgot with the last two pregnancies how difficult it is. With one and now two kids to chase after…..it’s seemingly endless. And let’s face it, I am just not fun mommy anymore.

A great opportunity came up about a month ago. It was during this time that I had starting praying, no let’s say, begging my God ( a very low maintenance just hanging around God) for some type of work (aside from the freelance artwork) that would be mind saving, money saving and how about part-time…..you know like a small little school in the Western part of our county that only needed an art teacher 2 days a week. How specific is that? Yes, and so bold of me. Three days later God calls me back and here’ s what transpires.

A. My cell phone gets wet (don’t ask) right before the call and doesn’t work for two days.

B. Once I get my phone to work, I don’t immediately recognize God’s phone number (aka my art supervisor) and think it’s not urgent.

C. I finally retrieve my messages only to find out that there is a school that needs an art teacher 2 says a week. But that amazingly enough the position has been filled within the two days that my phone was on the blink. And they found this teacher by bringing her out of retirement.

I guess if I ask for help, I better be answering my phone. It’s hard not to beat yourself up. How stupid of me to think that I would get exactly what I asked for. I miss teaching art, I like being there for my kids, but I like a break here too (and not look like Sporty Spice all of the time) and then and gosh darn it, I want to be paid what I am worth.

I got a new phone….what are the chances that it rings again?

I spent a good hour the other night diving into Mommy Blogs….and came up gasping for breath and throwing out all of my Avent bottles. BTW, they are toxic and it makes perfect sense. How did I not think of this before that plastic can be harmful when heated up over and over. And how much MORE do I not know about? OH, the things I take for granted and assume they are safe. Kind of reminds me of the day I put my 20 month old son down for a nap ( he was 10 months old at the time) and he burst out of his crib Incredible Hulk style. I had ASSUMED that it was a safe place to out my son down for a nap. But the side railing was faulty and once he broke one loose they all cascaded out like an old man’s teeth. I’m worried I’m not worried enough.

Well, this little baby girl coming at Christmastime will at least have glass bottles (for those Dad and Grandma feedings), a sturdy crib (I know because I shook the hell out of it at Babies R’ Us and scared all the new cute Mommas browsing in the store and then again when assembled at home and scared my family ), and a sling (haven’t tried one before) to keep away from her “wrestling” brothers……And now it’s time to dig into our plethera of plastic toys from China and see how much lead paint I can find. Yikes!