Sunday, September 26, 2010

Heathen Sunday

This morning, we skipped church. It will be the last Sunday we'll be able to have that luxury for a while. SO, we took the opportunity to engage in some debauchery like this:

And this.....

And then when he said "Want to go very higher, daddy!"...we did!

And this is what happened:

We got "high" this Sunday and loved every minute of it. Also, we fed the ducks and swans a whole bag of hot dog buns. The deadly sin of gluttony was indulged as Zeke yelled "EAT IT, Swan! EAT IT Pigeon! EAT IT, ducky!" And who were they to resist the temptation (and direct order from their superior)?!

Why we were playing, another boy about Zeke's age pulled down his pants under the 2-5 year old play structure and peed. Right there in front of God and everyone, just...peed.

We decided it was time to go. Hooray for heathen Sundays!

Monday, September 20, 2010

My Big Night Out

On Saturday I had the rare opportunity to participate in a GNO. No, that's not an embarrassing appointment that involves stirrups. In case you're not cool enough to know *ahem* GNO stands for "Girls Night Out," of course. I'm not usually invited to such events, but this time, it was my night to shine! Well, my night to celebrate a friend's birthday, at least.

Prior to leaving the house, I consulted my closest fashion adviser, Melissa of "A Working Mom's Closet" That's right y'all, I KNOW her! This is the picture I tweeted at her:

I was so excited to go I didn't wait for her reply, but she ended up giving me some great tips on what accessories might go well with this ensemble.

I had a blast, and I felt super confident. Sometimes you just need to run ideas by a friend, you know? All hail the GNO!

Friday, September 17, 2010

The Hardest Job I Have Ever Done....

....was most definitely NOT "Stay At Home Mom"

I hear the gasps from the mom-blogosphere. I hear the gnashing of teeth, the screeching, I even hear the finger pointing (yes, I can hear fingers pointing) and screams of "TRAITOR!"

I'm about to lose my mom-card for it, but I don't take that statement back. I'm dead serious. Being a stay at home mom was CAKE compared to what I'm going through right now, and y'all know how much I love cake.

Yes, I know, being a stay-at-home mom is a challenge, to say the least. Remember, I was there once. And it was bliss. Wonderful, blissful...bliss. Only I didn't realize it at the time. My friend Erin's post about loving her relaxed schedule reminded me how challenging being a stay-at-home mom is, AND how much I miss it, as well as making me realize that what I'm doing right now is infinitely harder.

Would you like a peek into my day? You don't care? Oh well, I want to show you. It's time to peel back the curtain on a day in the life of A WORKING MOM, the hardest job I have EVER had:
4:30 a.m.: Wake up, get ready to go to the gym. Since I don't stay home anymore, I can't go during the day, and the evening is out because I've got a 2 year old to take care of and dinner to "cook" (if you count Hamburger Helper as cooking)

5:00 a.m.: I'm at the gym, running or doing some other hellish thing.

5:30 a.m.: I'm in a class, either spinning or BodyPump.

6:00 a.m.: I leave the class early. I hate doing that, but I've got to shower and get ready for the day in the locker room. I have to be back home by....

6:30 a.m.: Run in the door, where my husband has already woken up our son. Zeke is sitting at the table with messy hair, sleepy eyes, and is downing a cereal bar.

6:45 a.m.: Leave the house

6:55 a.m.: Drop Zeke off at Day Care. He loves it there, and he gets his full breakfast once he arrives. Don't get your undies in a bunch, he eats more than a cereal bar.

7:00 a.m.: Back on the road, on our way to downtown Orlando.

7:30 a.m.: Drop my husband off at work

7:45 a.m.: Arrive at my "work," which is actually an internship that I don't get paid for, but love with every fiber of my being.

8:30 a.m.: Morning meeting. After this meeting, the day "officially" gets started for me.

2:00-4:00 p.m.: Finish for the day. After I finish, I can do errands around downtown or the nearby area, but I have to stay around the general vicinity. Sometimes I go to Panera and work on school stuff, but most often, I just end up staying and working until...

5:30 p.m.: Pick up Josh at his job

5:35 p.m.: Back on the road

6:05 p.m.: Pick Zeke up at day care and toss him (gently) in the car

6:15 p.m.: Arrive at home.

Here's where it varies. On NORMAL days, this is how it goes:
6:20 p.m.: Start cooking dinner

6:45 p.m.: Eat dinner with the slowest-eating toddler on the planet

7:20 p.m.: Brush Zeke's teeth, get his pajamas on, or if he's lucky, give him a bath

7:30 p.m.: Zeke in bed

AFTER 7:30 p.m.: Do dishes, laundry, clean, make lunches for the next day.

On days where I HAVE CLASS, this is how it goes:
6:15 p.m.: Drop Zeke and Josh off in the driveway and peel out onto the interstate.

7:00 p.m.: Arrive in Deland, FL for my class.

9:00 p.m.: Class is over

9:45 p.m.: Arrive home, do dishes, laundry, clean, make lunches for the next day.

So there you have it. I will not be one of THOSE mom bloggers and sigh and say in a sweet voice, "I wouldn't trade it for the world" or anything lame like that. Because, the truth is, I WOULD trade it. I would trade it for lots of things (except my internship, because I really like that except for the "for free" part). Would you like to make an offer?

My schedule is crazy, and I am exhausted. You?

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Shout Outs!

Just wanted to give a quick shout out to my top referral sites this past week. All that means is that some of you found my blog through these other sites! I'm honored that you found me through them because these peeps are AMAZING:

Kingdom First Mom
Reluctant Entertainer
Angry Julie
Google (that's right, if you Googled me, I know about it)

Thanks, y'all!


Monday, September 6, 2010

Awake My Soul

Literally every day I ask myself why Jesus chooses to take babies and little children, as well as all the otherwise defenseless ones, to be with Him. It's something I won't understand on this side of heaven...and I don't want to understand. The mystery makes my job easier.

Mumford & Sons

How fickle my heart
and how woozy my eyes
I struggle to find
any truth in your lies
And now my heart stumbles
on things I don't know
This weakness I feel
I must finally show

Lend me your hand
and we'll conquer them all
But lend me your heart
and I'll just let you fall
Lend me your eyes
I can change what you see
But your soul you must keep,
totally free

In these bodies we will live,
in these bodies we will die
Where you invest your love,
you invest your life
In these bodies we will live,
in these bodies we will die
Where you invest your love,
you invest your life

Awake my soul, awake my soul
Awake my soul
You were made to meet your maker
Awake my soul, awake my soul
Awake my soul
You were made to meet your maker
You were made to meet your maker

Friday, September 3, 2010

The One Where I'm on the News

Yesterday Zeke and I were minding our own business, running around at a local Orlando park, waiting for Josh to get out of work, when all of a sudden, Ryan Hughes from WFTV Channel 9 asked if he could interview me on camera for a news story.

ME???!! It took me about .2 seconds to say "Sure!" I didn't have time to call my hair and makeup people, but I thought I looked pretty good, and the camera guy said I could keep my sunglasses on. Maybe because I didn't have any makeup on. Hmmm. ANYWAY....

As you may already know, I love the camera. And I think the camera loves me. See for yourself; my 2 seconds (literally, it's about 2 seconds) of fame is right here for your viewing pleasure.

The subject matter is extraordinarily disturbing, but I think I brought a little "fabulous" to the piece, don't you? What? What's that? You're wondering where my child was during my on-camera debut? I have no idea. Probably running around terrorizing swans or something. JUST kidding, he was holding my hand the whole time and even said "hi" to the camera man and reporter after we were done. He was totally charming. But really, I was the star.

Thanks, WFTV for my big break! And Ryan Hughes, if you're reading, you have really nice teeth.

Just sayin'.