Tuesday – The Harder The Work, The Smaller The Budget

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Today on my drive into work, I was thinking that when I was making $10,000 more a year than I am now, I never had to work so hard that I skipped lunch for 2 weeks straight.

The lesson I've learned is that hard work pays, but not as well as sitting around and collecting a salary while you blog all day.


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Tuesday II – A Boy Stuck In Time

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A funny thing happened two weeks ago while I was stuck at the office: the infant I brought home from the hospital transitioned into a 4 year old boy. Due to circumstances beyond my control, he was 3 years old for a year and a day, and will only be 4 years old for 364 days. Time has a way of getting out of whack in our lives.

I'm been swamped at work for the last month, and just when I think I'm catching my breath I find myself up to my eyeballs in things that needed to be done a week (or a month, or two months) ago, but that I am just now getting around to. On my husband's nights off, he has been taking care of our son and on some nights I made it home just in time for bedtime stories and a kiss good night. On the 8th, which was my son's birthday, I figured the least I could do was leave work at a reasonable hour and spend an evening at Chuck E. Cheeses eating bad pizza and playing child friendly arcade games. I had the best intentions, but it seems I ran over a nail on my way into to work that morning, and my tire was completely flat. By the time I reached Jeff and he drove into town to rescue me (which served him right, for not paying the AAA membership fee when I asked him to), it was too late to do any celebrating. We had dinner at a restaurant in the city, and got home at 10 PM, much too late for birthday cake or the excitement of presents.

"We'll do it tomorrow," we told my son.

( At A Standstill )