The Day The Lights Went Out At Target

I have this recurring dream.  I’m at a store, and all of the lights go out and I’m totally in the dark.  This isn’t really a terrifying dream, unlike the ones I have where we have a tidal wave.  Totally unlikely as we live in Iowa.  If that ever happens, I’m moving.  More realistically, I also have lots of dreams about tornadoes.  And being naked, but never naked in a tornado.  Or a tidal wave.

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Something like that is coming our way… must go to the store!

Because we have yet ANOTHER snowstorm coming our way, I popped into Target quickly to pick up a few things in between work and the 3000 other important things I needed to do.  As I have shared before, Target and all other civilization is in a nearby town.  I was in kind of a hurry, but never in too much of a hurry to check out those fabulous end caps with 30% off, 50% off, 70% off, and NINETY PERCENT OFF!

As I was making my way from the Valentine’s clearance to the shampoo aisle, this happened:

blankThat’s right, suddenly I was in complete darkness.  The lights went out completely. This was followed by a few moments of awkwardness. Then a light, then two, then ten, because smartphones!  Then the back up generators came on and were accompanied by… that’s right, the fire alarm.

What’s so amazing about that?  People, that’s what.  You’d think that 1) complete darkness followed by 2) a really loud fire alarm might get people moving.  But people kept shopping.

No, no, go ahead.  If there’s a fire you’ll burn up, that’s all.

This really, really bothered the former cashier in me (more than ten years in retail and no strange diseases contracted, thank you very much).  Hellooooo…. no one will be able to ring up your stuff.  Cash registers run on electricity people!

It wasn’t until some of the employees had to come around and assure people that while nothing seemed to be wrong other than the entire block shrouded in darkness and chaos,  they would have to leave since the fire alarms were going off.  They could put their names on their carts if they wanted to come back later.

I looked at my cart with a bottle of Miralax, a large bottle of ketchup, Craisins, my diet pop,  and two Valentine items that were 90% off and asked myself if it was really worth it to try and come back in a little bit.  It wasn’t.  So I left.

My kids were fascinated by this tale.  When I told them why I didn’t get anything in town today that was all they could think about.  They must have asked 1000 questions.
“Why did the lights go out at Target?”
“Were you scared?”
“Was there a fire?  Were the toys okay?”
“Did you die?”

That night I sat and looked at my dwindling supply of diet pop and flirted with the idea of driving all the way back to town to retrieve my precious Diet Sunkist Lemonade at the low low price of 3 for $10.

Nah…

Later on today when we are sitting at home in the middle of the next blizzardpocalypse I may very well regret that decision.  I’m lucky though because t least I’ll have some entertainment this evening.  Ironically, tonight at 8:30 pm EST there is a very special event going on. Got snow?  Got kids?  Want to gripe about the snow… and maybe the kids too?  Click on the image below to be taken to a magical place-the Moms Who Write and Blog website!

1780212_10152644617652796_746900889_oPS-If there is some kind of award for writing posts with Target as the subject I so think I need it…

Twisted Mixtape Tuesday: The COLD mix

twisted mixtape tuesdayI’m spending a Monday that was supposed to be spent going to the gym, picking up Christmas pictures, and doing some Christmas shopping sitting on my couch waiting for Roto-Rooter.  Boo!  This isn’t what anyone wants for Christmas-sewage in their basement!

So with lots of time on my hands and little ambition, I can focus my (lack of) energy on Twisted Mixtape Tuesday.  This week is Dealer’s Choice, which means I can share anything my little heart wants. In the past I’ve done such things as all acoustic songs

This week I’m COLD.  I don’t like being cold.  I figured it was either share songs about cold or songs about poop and sewage.  I’m thinking my choices are much more limited if I did the latter, so I’m going to stick with songs that have to do with cold.  And ice.  And December.  BECAUSE I CAN!

angry bbq

Sadly, it’s not even really winter yet!

So Cold-Breaking Benjamin

First up is this little ditty by Breaking Benjamin.  I’ve shared other songs by these guys.  I love love love this group.  I don’t even know why.  I just do.

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I Am A Rock-Simon and Garfunkel

A song I listened to quite frequently in my college days.  While not my favorite, when I’m in a mood this is one I like to blast.

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Hazy Shade of Winter-The Bangles

See what I did there?  This song was originally by Simon and Garfunkel, but this is my favorite version.  I know I’m breaking my own rule here of never sharing the same song twice.  Oh well, you have to agree it ROCKS, and it’s my all time favorite song by The Bangle.

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Ice Ice Baby-Jim Carrey

This version is much better than the original… I’m going for comic relief.  Vanilla Ice flips houses now. Do you suppose he sings this when turns on the icemaker?

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Silver and Cold-AFI

Another group that I’m surprised I like, but they do some really catchy stuff.  And I think they really like cold weather.

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Love Like Winter-AFI

More catchy than the last, and more cold…

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Frozen-Madonna

I had forgotten about this song.  It’s off my favorite album by Madonna, Ray of Light.

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Cold-Hearted-Paula Abdul

Remember this song?  I believe it was my anthem a few times when I was a teen and then young adult.

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November Rain-Guns N Roses

What?  A playlist of songs about cold without November Rain is like peas without carrots.  Or something like that…

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December-Collective Soul

An interesting fact about this song-it’s great to walk to.

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Cry-Faith Hill

So they talk about cold in the lyrics, k?  And this song is great to belt out when you’re having a bad day.

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snow pie chartBetcha can’t wait to see what people are putting together for this week’s choice.  Do you feel like putting a playlist out there?  DO IT!  Then link up at either My Skewed View or Finding Ninee

FTSF: An Island Life For Me!

Swiss Family Robinson

As a kid, this was one of my favorite movies… I’ve studied up a bit on remote island living.

If I were stuck on a desert island I would like to have… several very important items.

First off, thanks for the advance notice.  I am so psyched to be able to go to a desert island!  This is because although it is May 3rd, it looks like this here in Iowa:

IMG_1813IMG_1814This morning we have a two hour delay because of SNOW.  The kids have fought, whined, and cried nonstop since they got up.

So if I go to the desert island, do I have to bring the kids?  I assume that if I didn’t, I would get rescued more quickly because I would get hunted down so that they can be handed off to me.  So I guess they can come too.  Can they have their own island?  Just wondering.

Reg can't come either, that would be just like having children there...

Reg can’t come either, that would be just like having children there…

I would need a refrigerator.  It could be some Swiss Family Robinson type deal, it wouldn’t have to be fancy.  I would need some place to keep my Diet Sunkist Lemonade and my Sutter Home White Zinfandel cold.  I only drink vino on the weekends, but since I’ll be on a desert island I might just forget to bring a watch or a calendar, so I’d have no idea what day it actually was.  Oh darn…

I’d have to have sunscreen.  I’m very pale and freckled and use sunscreen pretty religiously because I’m scared of burning and cancer.  I had better make sure I have my big gardening hat.

This hat.  The hat rocks.  Maybe I'll make a tire swing too.

This hat. The hat rocks. Maybe I’ll make a tire swing too.

I’d probably need to have my laptop, because who wouldn’t like regular blogging updates from a desert island?  Or I’d at least like to have my phone, so I could keep the world informed of what I do via Twitter.  Important stuff, like this:

SarahA@sadderbutwiser
Made fire. I feel all neanderthal woman right now. #fire

SarahA@sadderbutwiser
These leaves really taste like butt.  Oh dammit…

I believe I would also have to figure out how to power all of this stuff too, huh?  I suppose I can also bring a solar powered generator along… or I suppose I’d have to bring Evil Genius with me so he can figure all of that stuff out for me!

So there you have it.  Desert island here I come!

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I know this isn’t a desert island picture, but it still makes me laugh…

This post is part of FTSF:  Finish the Sentence Friday.  Go check out what other people would want to have on their desert islands by following the link!

Finish the Sentence Friday

Spring: A Performance Review

From: The Management
To:  Spring
CC:  Mother Nature, Winter, Summer, Autumn

Dear Spring:

I would like to take some time to discuss your job performance beginning May 1st, 2013.

I woke up this morning, May 2nd, to this:

IMG_1809 I did some checking, and I was dismayed to see this:

Stupid weatherUpon further review, I then found this:

stupid weather 2Last year at this time your performance was much better.  As a matter of fact, you exceeded expectations.  You were superior in almost every way.  Here are two examples of things that we were doing last year at this time.

Gardening

Gardening

Picking weeds, um, flowers.

Picking weeds, um, flowers.

Your performance the last couple of days is simply unacceptable and fails to meet the minimum standards that we strive for. After much consideration, I’m putting you on probation for the remainder of your contract.  If you fail to meet expectations, I have no choice but to let you go.

So if I were you, I’d get to work…

Sincerely,

The Management

Now that I’ve got you all worried about what poor Spring’s fate will be, hop on over to Theme Thursday at Something Clever 2.0 and see what’s going on over there this week.  I am not participating today, but there are some other great bloggers who are!  Now I’m going to hide under my blankets all day as the snow shows no signs of letting up…

 

Wordless Wednesday: Snow, Snow, and MORE Snow!

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We are literally days away from Spring Break.  And?  We get a snow day.  Tons and tons of snow piled up on us.  This snow’s redeeming value is that it looked really neat the way it stuck to everything.  But come on Mother Nature, show us some signs of Spring!  Here I post this the day after I got stuck half in and half out of my driveway…

Winter Driving In Iowa: I Need A Drink And A Clean Pair of Underwear

Is this the guy forecasting our weather?  SERIOUSLY!!!!!!

Is this the guy forecasting our weather? SERIOUSLY!!!!!!

Last year’s winter spoiled us.  I think it snowed twice, and one of the times it snowed it technically wasn’t winter yet.  Oh how I had forgotten how awful winter can be, especially when you have to drive in it.

The bad weather that they forecast last week?  We got some snow, but nowhere near the Snowmageddon that they were anticipating.  The other day we started out with a 30% chance of pm light snow and we got a major snowstorm.  I came to work expecting a little bit of snow by nightfall.  It started snowing a little a few minutes after I got there.  It didn’t stop.  It got heavier.  I shrugged it off.  Not gonna panic.  Nope.  I figured it would let up soon.

Then they let the schools out early.  My son was able to go to the sitter’s house, which was good because there was no way I was going to be able to get there on time to get him!  Even though this important detail was taken care of, I was starting to get somewhat nervous.  Somehow I manage to convince myself that just like last week it’s just a state of panic.  Yet I’m spending a good amount of time fixated on the white stuff that is getting heavier and heavier outside our classroom window.  Finally at 2:30 the out of town people, me being one of them, were dismissed and we headed out.  I figured it wasn’t too bad yet-I was wrong.

The following is the tale of my harrowing ride home:

Did I mention that I live close to a half hour away?  Part of this drive is highway, part of it is interstate, and a small portion of it is county road. The interstates are usually cleared and the best form of travel in this kind of weather.  However getting there is half the battle.  I have to drive on the world’s worst highway to get there.

I go 30 miles an hour down the highway that I usually drive at 65 miles per hour.  It’s very slippery and scary and I am very scared as I see cars in the ditches everywhere.  This is a sample of what I was saying as I was going driving and sliding around:

Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod!
Shitshitshitshitshit!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

I finally give up and turn off the highway to cut through town.  I don’t think they own a snowplow.  Or salt.  Or sand.  They just let you slide around and fear for your life.  Intersections are anxiety provoking, especially when you have to drive into traffic that may or may not be able to stop for you.

Princess Defiant does not like this, “Where are we going?  Why did you get off the highway?”
Me:  “Because I don’t want to keep driving on this road.  I want to go through town to get on the safer exit.”  (Translation-I don’t want to die trying to get on the interstate.)

There could have been definite spewing on my little journey.  Less singing and more screaming too.

There could have been definite spewing on my little journey. Less singing and more screaming too.

I knew once I got on the interstate it would be better, but it didn’t make it any less scary getting there.

Once I was on the interstate, travel was definitely an improvement, but there were a few moments when I really thought I was going to die.

Nonononononononononononononononono.  This is what I uttered every time a semi drove past me doing 90, splattering my windshield with slushy stuff and almost forcing me off the road.

At one point we passed ambulances and state patrol cars on the opposite side of the road.  There was a car half in the ditch with nothing left of the front end.  If it wasn’t a compact before, it definitely was now.  I was really getting nervous.

That’s when I hear Princess Defiant sigh and then ask in a very loud annoyed voice:  “WHEN WILL BE HOME????”
Me:  “This is scary driving.  We need to take our time.  I don’t want to have an accident.”
Silence from the backseat for a moment, then she asks, “What do you mean have an accident ANYWAY????”
Oh.  She thinks accidents are when you pee or poop your pants, which I actually came pretty close to doing, so she really wasn’t far off in that thinking.
Time to be blunt.  “It means crash the car.”
“Oh” she says quietly, then I hear her whisper very loudly “I don’t think I want you to crash the car.”  That’s nice that you’re on the fence about that, dear.

Eventually the longest drive of my recent life ended.  It took us almost an hour to make a 23 minute drive.  We picked up my son and were able to drive the few blocks home from there with minimal sliding around.

I texted my husband when I got home to let him know that I got there safely and gave him an idea of how the roads were.  Apparently he thought I was mocking him.  He texted me back that he was planning on driving it after a few drinks.  Brat.

So I didn’t die.  I drove in Iowa winter weather and once again lived to tell the tale.  At least until next time.  We’re expecting snow next week…

Thankfully my drive didn't end in disaster like this one did...

Thankfully my drive didn’t end in disaster like this one did…

Wordless Wednesday: Ice Ice Baby

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With the weird winter weather this week, snow and ice are on my mind.  This is from a couple of years ago when we had a ton of snow.  The icicle is probably at least as long as my son is tall if not more so!

The Where Did My Week Go Roundup

I think I need on of these in my house.

I think I need one of these in my house.

I’m not being sarcastic about the weekend.  What a week!  And where did it go?  It seems like it was just last weekend.  That’s not necessarily a bad thing.  Three weeks in and four or five to go on the sub job.  Meanwhile, I did some writing this week:

Monday  Not So Deep Thoughts By Me  I could not form complete blog posts, therefore I shared random thoughts.  And signs.  Funny signs.

Tuesday  A Man, A Plan, And A Stache  He insists there was no plan, but there was definitely a stache.

Wednesday  Wordless Wednesday: Is Spring Here Yet?  Is it?  REALLY, is it???

Thursday  Theme Thursday-Things I Love So Much I Want To Marry Them  I rehash and update an oldie but a goodie for Theme Thursday.

Friday The Snowmaggedon That Wasn’t, And Other Unfortunate Events   We were supposed to have a monster snowstorm, but instead we got more of a muppet storm.

Favorite Posts This Week
I loved them all. You are all my favorites.

Best search engine terms this week
Molly Ringwald hates Winona Ryder  FIGHT!  FIGHT!

Did Ward Cleaver dye?  I don’t know, does he like bold colors?

poo drink Ew.

Turkish Grandpa Toilet  ?????

Regressive python song  When have I ever referred to a python in my blog?  And how is a python regressive?  Now I’m curious what song is out there about regressive pythons.

I pee my pants  There’s a song in that somehow…

I got spammed
I’m used to getting some spam comments every day, but lately they have been almost hurtful.  Telling me my blog used to be interesting but now its not in totally imperfect grammar. That’s just what I need-robot critics.  Oh, and I also got a come on to go buy some Cialis.  Let me just grab my wallet.

Next week
Before I publish this and sit down to watch the one and only NASCAR race I’ll probably get to see this year due to my no satellite situation in my house, I suppose I’ll give you a preview of what is coming up this next week.  I’d like to say that you will see genius writing flow from my laptop like you’ve never seen before.  HA HA HA-no.  I really really really cross my heart hope to die stick a needle in my eye promise to finish my award post sometime next week.  I also will tell the tale of how I almost stole someone’s child and why my husband may become a WereCat.  I’m writing a post about butts-seriously. Theme Thursday deals with O.P.K.  You’ll just have to stay tuned to find out what the heck I’m talking about, now won’t you?  Meanwhile, you enjoy the rest of your weekend and the beginning of your week, however long or short it may be.

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The Snowmaggedon That Wasn’t, and Other Unfortunate Events

They told us to expect feet of snow...

They told us to expect feet of snow…

They called it “Snowmaggedon”.  They told us to batten down the hatches.  We were going to get feet of snow.  Travel would be impossible.  We were all going to die.  For someone like me who only appreciates the first snow of the year and the potential to reenact Calvin and Hobbes “Snowman House of Horrors” when we have large amount of snow, I wasn’t looking forward to it.  Not only was I not gleefully anticipating the snow, I was fretting about the fact that this was the first year that I’ve had to drive to make it to work in snow AND figure out childcare arrangements for a kid in a long time.

But let’s back up a minute to what happened BEFORE the storm.  A storm of a different kind.  We had a series of unfortunate events that made me look like a total blithering idiot.

We had a snafu with my phone the day before the alleged storm.  Two days in a row, the sitter had tried to contact me and strange things had happened.  The first day I had not plugged the charger into the portal on my phone in all the way, so it shut off.  I discovered this that morning as I was getting ready to leave.  I grabbed it and plugged it into my car and let it charge, figuring I’d turn it on after it had a little juice, because it was deader than a doornail.  When we arrived, she asked me if we had got her message.  I felt so bad.  It was nothing at the time-her son had been sick and she was on alert just in case she had to cancel (like if he spiked a fever or got worse).  I went to work, and turned on the phone with a partial charge to see her message-she had texted me.  I meant to text her back and tell her that it had been an isolated weird thing, that I almost always get texts and that was the best way to reach me.  I must have started the message three times when I was on my break, but kept getting interrupted by phone calls.

The next morning, the day of the supposed superstorm, we arrived at her house and there was no one there.

(To clarify things, this time my phone was on…)

So here we were, 40 minutes before I had to be at work a half hour away, with two confused kids.  The Professor was freaking out-no so much because his routine had changed, but because he didn’t get to eat a second breakfast at the sitter’s house.  Princess Difficult was mad because we were in the car and not going anywhere.  After all, it was her fourth day of being the Shining Star at school and she was missing out on important time where everyone is focused on her!  There was whining and complaining and crying.  I pulled back into my driveway, turned around and told them sternly:  “No one is getting out of the car.  Everyone is going to be quiet while I try to FIGURE THIS OUT!!!!!”

And then there was silence.  Thank you.

I began the work as only an expert in miscommunication can do effectively:  1)  I texted my husband and asked him if she said anything the night before.  No.  2) I scrolled through my missed calls and found out that I was never informed by my phone of this missed call or message.  Stupid phone.  I am still not 100% sure of what happened, but obviously her son was pretty sick.  3)  I called work, explained what happened, and told them I would be in as soon as possible.  4) I emailed the school, and let them know that my son would be coming to and fro on a different bus.  5)  I texted the sitter, telling her I hoped everything was ok with her poor kid, and that texting really is the best way to get a hold of me.  FINALLY, I went in, got both of the kids a waffle, and we got to the school, parked,  and waited until The Professor could be dropped off.

Meanwhile, while I was panicking over this, everyone else was panicking over the giant storm coming to kill us all.

Ohhhhh nooooo... they're coming for us...

Ohhhhh nooooo… they’re coming for us…

The Professor went to the middle school to wait for his bus at 8 am sharp, the earliest time he could be dropped off.  The Princess and I went to preschool.  We were there a whole 3 and a half hours.  This was because the monster storm scared every school into closing early.  Our school, one that rarely closes early, rarely delays,  and rarely cancels decided to let the kids out at 1:15.  Since I have to take a break anyway and have to be home not long after that, I left at noon.  Besides, I’m scared of driving in snow.  When you drive a car into a ravine when you are young and total it in snowy weather, you tend to be a BIT leery of such weather.  But that’s another future post…

So we rushed home.  Princess Difficult was OBVIOUSLY in need of a nap-she was pretty impossible to deal with. I made her lay down on the couch and she slept for a very long time.  The Professor came home and is even quiet for a change (whispering is not one of his strong suits.)

Meanwhile, I kept looking outside the living room window, waiting for this massive snowfall to start.  It was supposed to come so fast and so suddenly that people would be stranded and not able to go anywhere.  I worried about Evil Genius getting home.  I worried about losing power.  I worried about having enough caffeine to get me through the next few days that we would be stranded.

There was not a flake.  I was getting mad at the weather.

Or something like that...

Or something like that…

Evil Genius came home around 4 pm.  Still no snow.  I kept checking.  Finally at almost 6 pm a gentle little snow shower started.  Not too terrible, just some snow.  Really?  You got us all worked up for this?  Surely some schools around the area are feeling REALLY stupid.

I should have listened to the meteorologist.  One of the children in the preschool has a father that works for the National Weather Service.  He had told me earlier in the week that he thought it wasn’t the big deal they were making out of it…  That night on the news, the weather guy seemed almost disappointed.  Crestfallen, he says “We have some light snow falling around the metro area.”

Yet the schools continued to be fooled.  They all delayed the next morning, compounding things for everyone.  Maybe it was a little tricky, but it really wasn’t what the soothsayers had foretold.

I’m not a big fan of winter, but COME ON!  Don’t tease us with tales of killer snow.

Another kind of killer...

Another kind of killer…

Pajamas and Somewhat Unrelated News

Trying to exercise in her pjs.

Trying to exercise in her pjs.

We are finally having a real Iowa winter this year.  We haven’t had a winter that has been typical in years.  We had several years where we were buried under snow all winter long with many no school days.  Someday I will share my story of Evil Genius and the blizzard.  Last year it was warm with only one snowfall.  I enjoyed the warmer weather but it was weird.  This year has had cold and snow, but not too much of each.

This week we had a Winter storm Tuesday night into Wednesday.  It came up rather suddenly-the winter storm watch popped up in the morning (which I didn’t know until afternoon) and then it turned into a warning by afternoon.  The snow was bad enough that school was first delayed and then cancelled.  Yet Evil Genius made it to work, and was the first one there, beating people that live right there in town.  We live an hour south of where he works.  Impressive, very impressive.

Both kids slept in quite late that morning.  I was not looking forward to another day stuck in the house.  We had to do something different.  As they got up, I had a bright idea.  I informed them “We’re going to have pajama day.”

The Professor yelled “THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!”

These are the pjs The Professor wore.  None of the pics I took today turned out.

These are the pjs The Professor wore. None of the pics I took today turned out.

The Princess scrambled to find different pajamas.

It was all good.  After breakfast we brought blankets into the living room, laid on the floor, and watched “The Greatest American Hero”.

Yes we have episodes of The Greatest American Hero on DVD.  Guess who wanted to watch it?

Yes we have episodes of The Greatest American Hero on DVD. Guess who wanted to watch it?

Late in the morning I remembered that Evil Genius had given Princess Difficult instructions to clear a path through her room the night before.  You couldn’t even walk through it.  She threw a fit.  “This is supposed to be a FUN day.  This is NOT fun!”  When she realized that her video game privileges would be revoked, she complied.

We had breakfast for lunch-pancakes, eggs, and bananas.  The pancakes were good, even though I had to scramble after I started the first batch-I realized I had forgotten the egg.  My house still smells like syrup.  The magic sort of faded after lunch, since they got their video game time.  A couple of weeks ago they pooled their Christmas money to buy Skylanders for the Xbox.  They enjoy it, and it’s incentive for good behavior.

More TV, and eating popcorn and drinking juice on the floor during snack time while watching PBS Kids.  The Professor said “This day just keeps getting better and better!”

And then it was over.  Dad was coming home, and everything was picked up and put away.  The Professor decided to put on regular clothes, for some reason he thought his dad wouldn’t like him wearing pjs.  Princess Difficult was the only hold out.  She changed, into yet a different set of pajamas.

Even the dog got into it.  Look how relaxed he is.

Even the dog got into it. Look how relaxed he is.

These days are coming to an end, at least for awhile.  That pajama day morning I received a message from a friend, and upon answering it have opened up a whole new can of worms in my life.  I have taken a substitute position at the preschool I used to work for, starting Monday. I’m stepping in for a friend who has to have surgery.  Good pay, and childcare taken directly out of my check.

So I have a job for awhile, 6-8 weeks.  Remember that I have severe anxiety.  Even though I have been looking for a job for quite some time, I am freaking out.  On one hand, Princess Difficult will get to be with me.  She needs to be around other children, and be on a schedule.  This is very good for her.  On the other, I worry myself sick.  Will The Professor be ok going someplace else before and after school?  Will the kids be able to get up and get ready early?  Will I have enough energy to make supper and do laundry, because working with kids can be very exhausting.  Will we have enough money for gas so I can get there every day?  Will we be able to pay the sitter?  Will I be able to be on my feet for that much time without my back killing me?

Maybe I'm just overthinking this...

Maybe I’m just overthinking this…

Last night I told them all about what was probably going to happen.  At first The Princess, who is dead set against me working, was upset.  “But Mommy, I will miss you!”  When I told her she was going to come with me, she started to warm to the idea.

“Do they have a playground there?” she asked.
“Yes.”  I replied.
“Do they have ponies there?”  she queried.
“I don’t really remember, but I think so.”  I answered.

That was it, she was sold.  Now both kids were very excited.  Not me, I was sick with anxiety.  I was almost crying.

Evil Genius was no help. “Do you want the job or not?”
My answer “We need the money.”
His response “That’s not very convincing.”

He wants me to believe in myself.  love him for seeing me as someone who still has potential and is worth something, even though he isn’t always so tactful about telling me so.  My former coworkers seem very excited that I am coming back, if even for a few weeks.  So much has gone wrong for so long, it’s hard for me to believe that something good is happening.  What a gift this is-to be able to try this and see if I can really do it.  Last night after he went to bed I called my Mom in a panic. She calmed me down, reminding me that it will all work out.  I also talked to a very good friend, who was so supportive and understanding of why I feel like this!

Today everything fell into place as far as The Professor’s before and after school care.  I went in to fill out paperwork, Princess Difficult saw the classroom and the kids she would be with, and it all seemed right.  I’m now looking at it as all a great experiment.  By the time I am done it will be Spring.  The weather will get nicer, and we can get out and enjoy it again.  Right now this may be just what we need to get through the doldrums of winter.

Today I filled out a zillion forms.  Tomorrow I go get fingerprinted.  More on that soon to follow…

So followers, don’t worry-I’ll still be blogging, I just may not post every day.  This is still my dream-the writing.  I am to the point where I need new inspiration, and need to not be on the computer all the time.  I won’t let people down.  I bet I will have lots of wonderful stories to share too!  Preschoolers are wonderful in that respect-they are never boring!

Never boring...

Never boring…

And of course, don’t forget to vote!  Circle of Moms Top 25 Funny Moms Contest.  I’m hanging out in the top 120.  It’s all right.  It’s comfortable there.