These are the days of our lives...

Well, it seems as though its been a long time since I have been on here. Guess inspiration has been eluding me. But, I am back tonight.

So much has changed and yet so much has remained the same. I am working again, but it is a job that requires my butt be sewn into a seat for eight hours. Which is exactly what I did not want. I really wanted to be cooking again. Sweating, moving, slaving over a hot gas stove. I applied at a lot of restaurants. When Cracker Barrel won't hire you, something is very wrong in the world. I have a culinary degree people! You don't have to train me. You don't have to teach me how to cook. Show me where the kitchen is, set me free, and watch me bang out those eggs with no flavor. The eighty year olds will be pleased with the plates I send out to them. I promise.

My eighteen year old brother got hired at a well known local establishment. I won't name names, but when they ( the old Kokomo's) hired him over me, I almost bitch slapped the manager. ( Of Arroga's)

I realize I am limited in hours due to my non-profit job of being a mother. I also realize that these people think I feel entitled to a higher pay rate than that of an eighteen year old. Well, yes I do. I worked hard for my degree. ( Okay, I worked semi-hard) I am good at what I do in the kitchen. I will show up everyday and will most likely be sober when I do so. But, I am not looking for superhero wages. I just want to be back in the kitchen.

I digress. I have a job and that is what I wanted. TO be out of the house. Moving, having purpose again. I shouldn't be complaining. So many are still looking for work. However, I am not even breaking even with this job. I was actually better off on unemployment which is plain sad. I figure in the cost of daycare and I am losing money now. What's wrong with that picture people?

My kids have adapted fairly well to this new chapter. Sadie loves getting dressed up for school and cannot wait to get out the door in the morning. She struts into daycare, walks into her room, and turns around to run away. She is just being funny and loves to play there with her friends. Most of her friends wear snot noses and hack germs into her face all day, but they are good peeps. Sadie does not seem to mind being that she is sick 24/7 anyway.

Julian misses having me home when he gets off the bus, but as usual, he just rolls with the changes and accepts it for what it is. It amazes me I have raised him to be this adaptable.

My weight is not enjoying my job. My body screams at me to take it for a walk, get on some sort of exercise equipment, or sometimes, to just stand for a few minutes. I have neglected this body for so long, I forget it is there. Which is hard to do when the fat won't stay put and you find yourself in sweatshirts so baggy that The Incredible Hulk could get into the shirt and share it with you. Maybe someday I will kick him out, but he is comfortable and protects me for now.

So really, that's all you have missed since my last bloggity blog blog. My life is filled with good and bad. My journey to my happy place is slow, but I will get there. When I do, I will share it with everyone.