Tuesday, May 31, 2011

For the times, they are a-changin'

In 2 months my professional title will change from working-mom, to just mom.

But let me back up a little bit.

The coach is celebrating adulthood this summer. Last week he was offered a teaching position for English/Spanish/ESL at a local school, meaning no more graveyard shifts, no more cramming 32 hours of work into a weekend, no more working Christmas mornings, Sundays, birthdays, et cetera. A week from today, the coach turns 30. It's kind of a big deal, I think for me more than him (partly because this means I'll be 30 soon. meh.). From this point on the "Young Family" title becomes a bit more of a stretch, and all the juggling starts to look ridiculous.

For the past 5 years, we've become masters of the juggling. Dividing our time between jobs, coaching, school, and kids; most often with little or no help from babysitters. We know the in-and-outs of switching cars/kids while on the clock, and give up dates so that we can save those precious babysitting hours for ridiculous work schedules. Through all of this my boss has been nothing short of a hero, allowing me to get my hours in when I can. Our kids manage beautifully, but the first years of their lives have been weighted with serious inconsistency. What, you mean your kids don't go to bed at 11:00 p.m. every night? Your kids are potty trained before the age of 3 1/2? Unimaginable.

So, back to my main point. I'm quitting my job.

I'm all a-jumble with joy, and fear, and plans, and terror, and calm, and whirlwinds.

I'd really love to talk with someone else who's made this transition. I'd love to think that on August first, I will have my children up, dressed, and out for some healthful fresh air in the backyard by 8:30 am, while I sip herbal tea on the back porch. I will take them on daily adventures to the park, the library, or the mountains, all while maintaining an immaculate household. I'll have time to prepare meals, which we will eat as a family at the table, and my kids will learn to try new foods. (ignore, of course, the fact that i'll still be teaching at the gym 4 nights a week, and the Coach will still have basketball from November to February and all of June) But a girl can dream... right? I know this is going to be weird. And I'd love love love any advice you have to offer.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

If you're listening, Woooah-Ooohhh-Ooohhaohhh

On Saturday, the Coach was all sorts of grumbly and upset because he found out one of his favorite bands was playing in Vegas, and he was stuck at work.

A convienently-timed message from our dear friend Trent informed us that Jimmy Eat World would be playing the next night in SLC.

Oh! I have family there!

So within hours we were able to arrange for my sweet family to watch the little girls, and the Coach was able to get work off (he was originally scheduled to work a double).

At this point, I started to panic just a little. Everything was taken care of, except of course for the tickets. We could no longer buy them online, it being so close to concert time.

Now I need to explain something to you about the coach. He is a super hero. But let me illustrate this:

Superman is to Bruce Willis' character in Unbreakable


The technopath kid from Heroes is to The Coach.

Make sense? (If you managed to understand it through all that geekery, I applaud you.)

Anyway, he starts sending tweets to the opening band, Kinch (who is supremely wonderful, by the way) and somehow got the two of us put on the guest list.

What could be better?

Well, realizing that a former boyfriend of mine works at the venue and, since I'm apparently on amazing terms with him (?), he walked us up to the front of the line guaranteeing us our choice of spots (which is upstairs, front row. Perfect view of the stage, none of the squashysweatymoshyunpleasantness )

We enjoyed Jimmy Eat World immensely.

I've said before how ridiculous it is trying to tell anyone your personal feelings on music. It just doesn't work. it ends up sounding lame. So use your imagination. It was like that.

Last of all, I ended up encountering not one, but THREE guys I used to date that night. (it's bound to happen when you are as involved in the concert scene as I once was). Weird, but dang I made a good spouse choice. A REALLY good choice.

Monday, May 16, 2011

All I need is just to hear a song I know...

Okay, right now I need you to do three things.
 First. Look at the big banner that contains the title of this blog.
 Second. Scroll down a little, and look at the little quote hiding under the picture of the temple on the sidebar.
 Third. Scroll all the way to the bottom and read the little quote at the end of the page.


Can you possibly guess where the coach and I went last night? Hmmmm?????

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

You can't buy this kind of awesome

Sometimes, it's a Monday where one kid has been puking since Thursday, another puked in your bed at 4:30 in the morning, and the other has decided that, you know, potty training just isn't for her.
Then you go about your over-scheduled business and just happen to have one of those terrible and mortifying experiences so completely embarrassing that you swear to yourself to never ever ever share it with anyone, even if they do ask you what your most embarrassing moment is.
At that point, you either A) cry/dig your fingernails into your palms/stay up for hours obsessing over who saw your massive fail or B) do all of A and then realize that if you don't immediately think of some way to feel awesome, you're gonna drive yourself bonkers.

On that note, I give you:

Ten things I like about myself.

1. My hair grows fast.

2. I used to hate my unusual middle name, now, I think it is the best thing ever.

3. My best friend gave me a nickname in the eighth grade that has stuck with me.

4. I am strong, healthy, and can have babies without epidurals. It's my super hero power.

5. I can sing, dance, and play the guitar (I can't do any of them especially well, but I can do them. And that makes me happy).

6. I enjoy reading books more than cleaning my house; I feel that having creativity, intelligence, personality, and enthusiasm are more important that having people think you are neat, pretty, and put together.

7. I have seen every episode of LOST, have read many of the books referenced in the show, and not only loved, but understood the finale. In summation: I am a huge nerd, and I embrace that.

8. I am using my college degree.

9. I am really, really short.

10. I have awesome taste in husband, and friends.

Ah yes. I needed that.

So, what do you love about yourself?