OK, apparently I can’t make up my mind. I’m back over at blogger!
So I work in the oil & gas biz and the I support a facility on the gulf coast. We sustained damage during Hurricane Ike and were done for about two weeks, so I only was producing product for about two weeks. I’m having to split numbers between the production period and when we were down which involves a lot of number crunching. It’s fun (note sarcasm here). Add to this issue here that my counterpart is no longer with the company, and I’ve got my workload cut out for me this month and even the next few months.
So I arrived at my mother’s house yesterday to pick up W and G. My brother and sister-in-law were there as well to pick up my nephew, J, and my niece, A was there too. My mom comes up to me…
“I was going to ask how it went today, but I can see it in your face.”
“You look fried!”
“Oh, I’m beyond fried. I’m telling you, the yolks are broken and the yolk is running out.”
“So when are they going to start looking for someone?”
“Supposedly pretty quickly, but you know how these things go. It takes forever, and then I’ll know about it as the bring the new person onto the floor.”
Don’t get me wrong. I love my job. I really do. It just seems like when I encounter a challenge, I really get challenged. So bake me a cake of Hurricane Ike and make it a two layer with an upcoming turnaround (down for scheduled maintenance) and then ice it with co-worker has been axed, and it’s not as tasty, know what I mean? Oh, well! I do feel bad for co-worker though. Co-worker just bought a new house and this is a really bad time to lose your job. Co-worker will end up on co-worker’s feet though…I just know it and will be happier, too, I think.
On a lighter note, my new bed arrives tomorrow, so I am leaving at 3 to meet the delivery guy because B is in T town for training tomorrow. You can’t beat cutting out at 3 on a Friday and something new to boot. :)
So we had to acquire a couple of cats since we moved out onto the 30 acres. We figured it would be better to get kittens so we wouldn’t have a cat and dog tangle. Hermione seems to taken to the kittens, and for the most part, leaves them alone. So here are a few pics…
I know these aren’t the best quality as they were taken with my camera phone, but hey, it’s all I had handy at the time.
So here I am closing the books (thankfully I won’t be here late tonight…but that’s going to make for a LONG Monday) and Miss G is having a rough day at Memaw’s. She’s cutting her sixth tooth, and she’s just not a happy camper. Memaw called at 2:30 today to see how late I was going to be running. I could hear her whimpering in the background. I talked to her over the phone and she called down, but as soon as the phone was taken away, she started getting fussy again. :( Talk about making you feel guilty.
So, as parents, we spend the first 18 years of our life scrambling to get out of school so that we can either (1) enter the workforce or (2) go to college. If you chose option 2, you then spent those undergraduate years waiting somewhat impatiently for that light at the end of the tunnel where you get that piece of paper called a degree. You either decide you are done with school or, like me, decide to get that Masters degree, which may or may not be of future benefit to you. Finally you are finished and you can actually say, “Yes! No more homework! No more tests!” Then you have children.
M is in the first grade. The child started bringing home homework when he was in Pre-K. The amount has progressed to where he now has reading, math, and spelling Monday – Thursday. And since he is young, that means that B & I now have homework as well. Yes, that’s right…as a parent you now have homework AGAIN. It seeps back into your life. You can’t escape it. UGH!!!
M must read to us every night, and we have to log his performance into a log sheet that goes back to his teacher the next day. We must guide him through his math homework (notice I said guide as he must answer the questions and we provide assistance and guidance to help him arrive at the correct answer). We then quiz him on his spelling words by having him use them in a sentence, spell them out loud, and have him write them for us on command. By the time we finish homework, eat dinner, take baths, etc., it’s now time for bed.
You know, I don’t remember having this much homework when I was his age. If I did, I feel for my parents. It’s exhausting. Don’t get me wrong, I love it that M is reading well above grade level and that he is so smart and intelligent but I am longing for the days where he can do his homework on his own and I can be there to answer questions. However, I’m beginning to believe that day may never truly come until he has went off to college.
On other fronts, my sister-in-law got back to me about the time of my nephews’ games. It was just as I feared. We do have a conflict so I have now pushed his party back to a Sunday. So, I fixed the invitations to reflect the new time and sent out the ones that could be sent out via email. I just need to print the ones that I will need to mail and get those ready to go out tomorrow. I can cross that task off my to do list for this month. Now I need to go around and look at John Deere cakes to see where we will buy the cake, because this mom is NOT domestic and doesn’t do homemade cakes (although I did bake coookies the other night, but it was with cookie dough I bought through a fundraiser at work). The hardest part will be getting the house clean before the party. UGH! I’m getting tired just thinking about it….
I’m looking for volunteers???