Hi, my name is onthegomom and I am addicted to Rock Band. *Hi, onthegomom and welcome*
No pictures yet... haven't downloaded them.
My house looks like a hurricane hit it. Seriously, there is stuff everywhere!!!!! Since I have had to work everyday, but Christmas day itself, the kids have drug their crap everywhere and LEFT IT! I have news for those little hoodlums... they are helping me clean on Saturday.
I didn't play Rock Band last night. I spent my time pouting in my bedroom, watching Sex and the City and eating McDonalds and chocolate (not necessarily at the same time). 4 episodes. The last 4 episodes. So I spent my time pouting in my bedroom, watching Sex and the City and crying. I cannot watch that show enough. It makes me smile, laugh, and cry ALL AT ONCE!
So, you ask... why am I pouting? Oh nothing new there. Just my no good, terrible, crappy job. I had a serious heart to heart talk with my husband last night (after the pouting, SATC and crying). I won't go on and on about it, because frankly, it's rather boring. But let's just say it has to do with .3 (as in 1/3 of an hour) hours of PTO, holidays and a b*tchy boss.
More importantly, there are some big changes comin' around the bin in '08! My husbands supports my decision of leaving this place. Of course right now he wants me to get another job. My goal here: to cut back enough that I can either work part time or none at all and show him we can make it. I feel like this, the kids won't be kids forever and I want to be home with them. There is plenty of time to work and make money and move up in the world or whatever...after they are grown. Right now, I just want to be their mom. Quite honestly, I have never had that opportunity before him and I am practically craving it.
So, this weekend will be busy, busy, busy for us. Saturday- clean the house, take down the tree, do 945 loads of laundry (fold and put away). Of course, my sister (the same one that asked when I was going to put the *expletive* tree up) asked when I was going to take mine down - hers was down the 26th. (I pretty much hate her) I told her it might not come down until February, since it took me so long to get it up. She didn't even laugh. She said "Probably". WOW, she is hard core.
Lastly, Sunday we are going to see the Rockettes! I am sooooooooooooo excited. (might as well end this downer of a blog on a high note, right?) I have heard the show is incredible and it is going to be so much fun. My daughter was invited to go dance at a Rockettes clinic yesterday. It was suppose to be ages 12 and above, but she was asked to go. She said she had a lot of fun. My best friend took her with her own daughter. So the way I see it, my weekend is filled with laundry and Rockettes. It ain't half bad!