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I loved working at Friday’s when I was eighteen years old. I really learned a lot about myself that year. I moved out of my parents’ house on a whim, my only major boyfriend left to go into the military, and I was utterly alone yet surrounded by lots of new people. It was a real test of character, and I didn’t do so hot most of the time. But, it was an experience that made me who I am today. I learned how to dress more appealing. I learned the definition of customer service. I learned how to take care of myself. It took a long, long time, but eventually I learned how to be happy with myself and that I am worthy of a happy, healthy relationship that wasn’t long distance. I learned what I wanted out of life, and not what I was told that I wanted. I really found myself.
One night at Friday’s I was shift leader. I worked with more seasoned servers, was the youngest person waiting tables and ready to tackle anything that came my way. I was unstoppable. Until that night. I had tables from hell, someone complained about my service, I continued to get double and triple sat and just couldn’t catch a break. The manager saw my utter frustration and let me go early, replacing me with not just another shift leader, but two shift leaders. They made leaving hellatious. I had to do extra cleaning than normal, had tables that sat and sat and sat and wouldn’t leave, and was bullied by these two much older (probably a whopping 25-30 years old) men. It was utter hell. I might as well had sucked it up and just finished my leader shift.
The past two weeks have reminded me of that night, minus the flair and free dinner. Everything that could go wrong has. I cried at inappropriate times. I lost my cool in a situation that I shouldn’t have. And, it wasn’t just one facet of my life, it has been my home, financial, family, work, you name it. Fortunately, my relationships stayed in tact, otherwise I am not sure that I’d be able to write at all. When I think, “this is it! It can only go up!”, nope- a new blow. But, unlike my night at Friday’s, I am not quitting. The bar closes at 2 AM and I am going to persevere until the last customer walks out the door and the last chair is put up on the table. I am going to earn my free dinner, and the chance to boss everyone else into doing their side work. I am going to show life that it takes more than a complaint, triple seating and bullying to get me down. I may cry and complain to my close friends, but I will keep on keeping on.
It is almost 2AM and I see the end in sight. We have new opportunities coming our way. I am the new Environmental Board Chairperson for my daughter’s PTA, I have new amazing friends, Jeff and I each have professional opportunities and he and I become a stronger team every day. That is my focus. My children do something hilarious every day. We can laugh. We can snuggle. We can at least enjoy each other every evening.
I watch my tween meltdown and she thinks everything is the end of the world. Not being eleven anymore is enough to be thankful for! Man, that is a hard age. I am thankful that it is almost 2AM and tomorrow is a new day. Even if something bad happens, it really can only go up and it can also be a whole lot worse. I have so much for which to be thankful. I am glad I started my Happiness Project or I would have completely derailed. It is almost 2AM and tomorrow is my day off where I can sleep all day. That is how I recovered when I was eighteen. Now, I get up and have a cup of coffee and watch the news knowing that I am going to have a full day filled with hilarious moments. Even on our worst day at this house, there is something funny and memorable. That alone is worth it.
Daily Prayer: Thank you God for being with me. Forgive my whining and thank you for opening my eyes to the bigger picture. You strengthen me through these exercises and for that I am thankful (if not at the moment, I will be soon). Please stay at the forefront of my mind and guide me down your path and not my path of whining and giving up. AMEN!
Thanksgiving: If I didn’t duplicate Pollo Regio’s green sauce, I made some killer green sauce that I may just drink.
Kardashian Kash: A full family tropical vacation sounds pretty good, right now.
Happiness Project: I have been wheat free for a full month! I have been getting up with the alarm for the most part, pretty consistent with full hair and makeup, doing my stuff at night, and staying on the small things. These past two weeks have been a good excuse to not do it, but although I wasn’t perfect or ideal, I did okay. That is better than I would have been in the past. Go me. I am thankful for the Happiness Project. I would be in a dark, dark place without it.
Making Whoopie Flavor of the Day: Lady bugs! Red velvet cupcakes with chocolate cream cheese frosting and Twizzler antenna. http://www.makingwhoopieplano.com
Well, let’s try this again. I wrote today’s post, published, and now it is gone. I guess it wasn’t meant to be! So, let’s go on to a different subject! Where do you get spare time? I have all of these writing projects I’d like to work on. I am working on a film project this weekend, and am crazy busy at work right now revamping my group’s intranet site. The babies haven’t been sleeping through the night, and Syd has had an ear infection and a case of the Tweens. I’m sure that this is a delusional wish, but maybe she is getting it out of her system before her teen years.
So where do I get this extra time? I am not one to get up early. Early is before 5:30. I can do 5:30, but prefer 6, and like 7:30-8. And I generally stay up until about eleven by the time I’ve bathed the kids, cleaned up the kitchen after cooking, writing a little, and reading, and maybe watching some TV.
How do you make time? I used to be the master of it. I planned my wedding and had a baby while going to school full time and working full time. Now that I have baby number three, I have no time. Why??? And the spare time I do have, I want to sleep or read. So, I have all of the babies down and no Jeffro home, so I bid you good night.
My Daily Prayer: Thank you God for giving me the strength to hold my tongue, the wisdom to say the right words when I can speak in a way which honors You and for helping me examine myself when I have a major problem with someone else. AMEN!
When I have Kardashian Kash- I will have a shoe carousel that is lit and maybe even musical. And, I will have a chandelier in my closet. And bedroom, and every room. 🙂
Tomorrow- Family Friday- the Family Bed and Crying It Out
Teething babies confirm my feeling of not wanting to do this a fourth time. I love babies. I love kids. I love having a big family. But, I really love my sanity and so does my family. I hate being cranky and short of patience. I learned long ago not to ask for help with patience because this is exactly what I would be given!
Q is the most laid back baby. If she were either my first or second, I would have hurried up and had a few more within just a couple of years of each other. Right now, she is as needy as the first two were! She wants to eat every two hours, 24/7, she doesn’t want to be put down, and she is whiny. But, when you’re at your breaking point, she starts laughing and smiling or crawling toward someone’s pizza trying to eat it. She knows how to make everything okay.
Easton is going through a testing phase. He tests me by calling people butthead to see if I really will take away his swimming privilege. And I did, two days in a row. So he started calling people poopoo head. Yeah, not butthead, but still calling names. That will get swimming taken away, too! Hopefully, he will quickly see that I am serious and that he needs to stop the name calling. How’s that for a reaction, buddy? Not as good as Sydster’s shrieks of protest, but hey. And, we’ve been accident free for awhile!
Then there’s the Sydster. I have to say, she is getting better and better. She is handling the hormones of tweendom better than expected. She still frowns when we ask about chores, but in general, she has a good attitude and follows her routine. Her bedroom is our biggest battle ground, but it is far cleaner than mine ever was at her age. I want her to learn now how to put everything in its place. I want her to be better equipped than I was, but it is still a struggle sometimes. We went up to the church to help out a program where some homeless families stayed up there for the week. We did a day shift where we helped with lunch and played with the kids. When we left, she said, “well, they don’t have chores, huh? Lucky”. Yep, that’s the Sydster! Always seeing the positive. Kind of.
Fortunately, Jeffro and I aren’t generally cranky at the same time. He had a rough Saturday and Sunday was tough on me. Saturday, I tried to keep the kids entertained and did the bathing and nighttime routines so he could chill. On Sunday, he took Q grocery shopping while Easton and Syd napped/lay down so I could chill. He is pretty good about knowing when I need extra help and really steps it up. He has been extra good about getting Q at night and bringing her to me so that I don’t have to fully wake up twice. I can put her back down and try to fall back to sleep until the next round. Easton has been waking up too, but normally wakes up while I’m feeding Q, so Jeff gets to take care of him, too. I am very thankful for him and don’t know how I ever survived Sydney’s infancy without similar help. I am extremely grateful, even if I am quite tired and cranky.
My Daily Prayer: Thank you, God, for giving me only what I can handle. Thank you for your lessons and guiding me down your path. Thank you for the people in my life that help me when I can only do so much. AMEN!
Daily Thanksgiving: I am thankful for healthy children, with VERY healthy appetites. I am thankful for Jeff stepping in when I am not 100%. He truly completes me.
When I have Kardashian Kash: I will pursue every one of my compulsive hair-brained ideas. I will start my tater-truck, run my Whoopie and More Bakery, make films, write a book, rescue animals, become a certified natural child-birth teacher, and learn how to cook from a professional. The next week, I am not sure where I’ll start, maybe rehabbing junk into treasure for my antique store.