Thank you, Sarah!! I should comment more on FF - I read all your posts and I'm so excited to see you following your dream. I'd have to have a lot more courage than what I possess right now to do that, starting a business. But I'm loving watching yours grow. :)
I am so glad you shared this post- I've always been delighted by your writing. How wonderful to come back to it on this note. Congrats on your ever changing and beautiful family. Wishing you endless happiness. xo
<3 Glad you enjoy it. It's good for my mental health. Writing was always a good outlet for me and I forget how much I need to decompress. Instead I get sucked into Facebook statii and other nonsense. Just not as satisfying. :)
When I think about how I felt when I was pregnant, I realize how human I actually feel now. Some days it is easy to forget that I actually have it good now. I am ecstatic when I remember that I've lost 40 pounds since then though. :-D
AMEN and AMEN. Especially to the "Not talk about labor and delivery stories." and "Sleep on my stomach." I'm sure I'll agree with the others soon enough. ;)
It's hard, isn't it, Pham? I was thankful in that I had another job on the burner in my field and it's challenging and varied enough that I'm not sick of it yet. But even so, making the jump even with that safety net beneath me was tough. New adventures are always worth it. :)
I know it's time for me to move on from my job. I just need something to go forth. I'm about to complete my 2nd 5 year stint and approaching my 11th year in IT. It's time for change. It's time for a new adventure.
i hate leaving jobs i love :( i remember one place i worked, that i had to leave because i was starting nursing school, i didnt have the heart to quit completely so i kept reducing my hours on and on until i was barely working just saturday mornings. i ended up writing my manager a letter instead of a face to face - such a chikin! :)
i know you'll miss CT, however I am glad that you wont be driving in all snow and ice hours and hours in the dark!!
It sounds good to me! Good planning and frugality! The first year we were married, we weren't planning on doing anything at all for V day. For some reason Tom got a hankering for a steak that night. I told him we wouldn't be able to find any place with a wait time under an hour. He didn't believe me. It's a Tuesday night, who eats out then? he said. We spent two hours driving around looking for a restaurant with available tables, until we were so hungry that we ate at Wendy's. That is my most memorable Valentines Day. :-)
(I know.. can't seem to stem the tide. Oh well. I like to pretend that the spambots secretly enjoy my writing but just can't say so per their job description...)
It totally does, Karen. I think it makes you feel trapped or something. I feel the same way and sometimes in my mini fits about things in my own house, I think I do go a little crazy. If I was seized at the right time and nobody would care, I might end up tossing a microwave or something. :)
Living in a cluttered house does something to people. I hate having clutter. Sometimes I even get in such a mood about the cluttered kitchen that I want to toss the microwave just to have a clear counter.
I'm pretty happy about moving into a smaller house since the pack rat side of me is being forced to purge some unnecessary things, like the 4 sets of measuring cups. This is making the minimalist side of me much more at peace.
We periodically go through "household purgings" where we rid ourselves of belonging that haven't been touched for several months.
The hardest thing for me to deal with is hobby-related goods (ie: backpacking equipment). Every hobby comes with it's own slew of "stuff." I wanted to get into brewing (beer) but when I started looking at the sheer amount of "stuff" involved, I decided I'm just fine trying out my friend's attempts at brew, and the local breweries probably do a better job of it than I could anyway.
The other problematic possession is books. Abbey and I both suffer from this ailment, but we've managed to keep it in check by donating a boxful of books every now and then.
This is eight months gone by now, but yes, thank the Lord for Sue and Al, who bestowed all kinds of craziness upon their children but knew exactly when to draw the line. As they say in the South, "I love all y'all."
Sunday afternoon naps used to be my favorite. After church, after Sunday dinner, maybe after a swim with the babies in my father-in-law's pool next door, I'd tell Mrs. PB that I was going to put them down for a nap. Kat was about 3. Rory was about 1. And I would bring them in the big bed with me. I'd wake up just before evening service and they would already be downstairs, having a snack or something, all dressed up and ready for church.
I would groggily look at Mrs. PB and say something like, "Wow. I almost fell asleep for a minute there."
To paraphrase phampants, "I am ecstatic for you guys."
I hope you're still around to take care of me when I'm old and gray.