It is times like now when I wish that I was anonymous blogging. That no one in my personal life knew about my blog and that way I could speak freely and openly about things that are going on. My life is absolutely wonderful. Work on the other hand...ugh. I learned my lesson the hard way with my other job. But man, oh man could I unleash about some things. It almost makes me want to start one, somewhere, where I can write openly about anything and everything in life - work, friends, family, sex, just life in general! Thank God I have the other blog that is private now so that I can still be real, open, and honest. It feels so good to vent about things, to get input from others, and to realize that I am not the only one.
I have been home just over an hour from work and getting the kids now and have accomplished so much. Swae's homework is done...other than her reading. And that is the last thing we do at night. We all sit on the couch, as a family, and she reads to us. We love it. She loves it. She is becoming such a wonderful little reader. Sorry, totally off track. Anyhow, homework is done, snacks are packed for tomorrow for both kiddos, lunches are made for Swae, Eli, and I. Now I just have dinner to do, which will be super easy. Kids want burritos. And that sounds so good to me.
Oh and I don't think I have ever spent as much time making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich as I did tonight. I know, I know. How hard could it be? Well, when you are trying to make a HEART pb&j sandwich, it takes some skill. After at least ten minutes, I finally got it. I am hoping it will be a nice little surprise for Swae tomorrow at lunch. I am always trying to do sweet and special things for her. And I am always just to put a little note in there to let her know that her daddy and I love her very much!
I am feeling really good. I feel like I am finally getting a grip on financial things. I even have the rest of the month of daycare paid. AND!!!! We are saving money while still able to buy a few last minute things for Skylar before she comes. It is a wonderful feeling.
Any my husband is just getting home, so this ramble is coming to an end...for now! :)
9 comments:
totally get what you mean about wishing real life people didn't read the ole blog. i too wish sometimes my space was more mine for venting and not being so sugary.
You make me... so happy for you!!!
oh how cute, a heart pb&j :)
i take with with the letter P in celebration!
enjoy!
Hi, just reading your blog for the first time. Wow, I can totally relate to wishing that I hadn't told as many of my friends about my blog. There are so many things that I can't write about...it's frustrating. I wish someone had told me that, before I started blogging. ;-)
Congrats on the impending arrival of baby Skylar!
Well, you have my email and phone number...so call when you need to vent. :)
You can always vent to me over email, too - I'm a totally un-biased third party because I don't acutally "know" any of the people you'd be venting about. Hang in there...it's almost Friday...and I'm waiting for the belly photo! :) xoxo
Sounds like everything (besides work) is just going along perfectly! I know what you mean about having an anonymous blog, somewhere to write openly. I've been careful of who I give my link too... but know it doesn't seem to matter because the one person I was hoping wouldn't find it... did. What can you do.
Sorry work is rough. :( I need to be set up on your other blog again because after you switched everything around I'm now cut out of the loop. I used to pack a lunch for my exes kids. I bought cookie cutters in all different shapes (hearts, butterflies, etc.) and used those to make special little sandwiches. The kids LOVED them. Essentially I would end up making 2 sandwiches instead of one because you end up cutting quite a bit away, but it's well worth it!
I hear ya about the private blog thing... or the no family/friends knowing about your blog... just this week I had a couple things I so wanted to write about but couldn't because I know that someone would read it and be pissed. That sucks.
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