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OK… Can’t Handle it Anymore

September 4th, 2008 Brunette

All work and no play makes for a cranky Brunette!

It’s been almost a month - well it has been a month since I was busy writing all the time here at The Brunette Blog. What happened? Work is what happened! Don’t get me wrong, I might bitch and moan about my job, but I do honestly love it. Yes, it can be stressful, but I take the stress knowing that I have perks that many moms would love and don’t have.

I set my own hours. If I need to leave, I leave. I can work from home if I have a sick child and actually once or twice a week I work from home regardless because I can. Flexible? Extremely. The only downfall with my position is that it runs in cycles. There is no basic hum of work. I can be slammed with a project today and have to work until midnight for the next two weeks to get it finished. Or I can be BORED to death with nothing to do because everything is humming along just fine.

Which brings me to why I am explaining my boring-ass job to you - this past month has been project after project. Working until midnight. Eating up my weekends with work. That when I do get up in the AM, when I normally would post here, I am lucky if I can find the shower and get to work. I have been moving in slow-mo. Heck, my kids are moving faster than I am. Thankfully - hopefully - it is done for a while after this upcoming weekend.

This weekend I am off to Dallas - to work. I have to set-up displays for my account so that the following week they can have meetings to introduce tons of new products. I leave Friday AM and have to drive down because of the tons of crap I need to take. Good point? I can have a few glasses of wine - or more - in quiet Oooo… might read a book too!

So… now on to normal broadcasting here - again!

TTFN~

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Christmas Is Over

December 27th, 2007 Brunette

Christmas came and went quietly. My kiddos were up first and my daughter ran into my room, “Mommy, Mommy. I got…” and off she went, listing everything Santa brought her and she ran out of my room. Basically, that meant get out of bed and get your butt in here. I rose slowly, exhausted for having to wait for Santa to show, but tickled by the sounds coming from the other room.

As I traveled by the sofa, I noticed the lumpy shape sleeping there was my son. He obviously was up spying. He is old enough to understand that Santa is your belief in the Christmas holiday and not a true figure, but since we still have a young one that believes in Santa completely, I make him do a list and all the festive things to help the magic for his sister. He doesn’t mind playing along, but that also means he has no clue what he is getting either - so, the spying.

It takes months to build up to this day and then only about 20 minutes to rip through everything and begin to play. Between the scooters running over my toes and the little hard shaped toys that came with the Littlest Pet Shops that were stuck in my foot, Christmas morning was perfect. Everyone got along, including Dad, and we were able to enjoy each other. Now that everyone was in good spirits, time to make coffee!

I had my cup of coffee, started bagging the wrapping paper and such for recycling, and began the search for little parts already missing - we found them all. Then as the morning became afternoon, al the happiness was starting to fade, kids starting yelling, Dad started with the kids, and I was a frazzled mess. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!