I lied

I said I would start blogging again.

Well, blogging will be a loose term for what I can do.

Tonight I lie in bed barely able to keep my eyes open and tap on this itty bitty keypad in an effort to jump back into this world.

I have forgotten most o what I need too know including passwords and too much has happened since I stopped blogging for me to ever have the energy or mental capacity to catch back up.

So I will start right here and we will see how it goes.

I am a pharmaceutical rep now. Mr wonderful and I are in the middle of summer camps and long weekends. I don't get to coupon clip anymore an am a terrible friend to have.

We haven't really established ourselves here in our new town although some sweet friendships have emerged.

Daddy's girl has jumped right in and keeps up quite the pace.

Little prince is so grown now and is a cross between little rascal and little prince.

Sunshine is still a nut, but everyone loves her.

Mr wonderful had kicked it into high gear as PR director extraordinaire and mr mom.

I ride in a car ALL DAY and talk to drs that I pretty sure wish they had a repellant that worked on reps.

That's it for today because I have to get up at 4:30am in order to get presentable. Sweet dreams y'all.

The life of a rep

I remember the waiting.

I remember the exhilaration of the sale.

I remember the driving.

I remember expense reports, goals, sales meetings, the camaraderie of reps and the drudgery of extreme temperatures.

I forgot the spare key.

It happened.
Week three.

After my last call, I made that multi-task mom stop at Aldi for groceries so my precious ones could quit eating fast food. While rushing to load the groceries so that I could hurry he to crock-pot chili prepared by my irreplaceable husband (can you smell the groveling?), I shut the trunk and reach into the abyss I call a purse and...nothing.

Well, not nothing. There are loose pieces of eclipse gum, crumpled receipts, pens that don't work, discontinued cell phones and who knows what else. But no giant wad of keys.

So I had to make the dreaded call to Mr. Wonderful. And now he is on his 60-mile round trip trek to unlock the car as I sit in la berry frozen yogurt shoppe and type this recap on the tiny demon-keys of the iPhone.

Happy valentines day baby.

Where in the world am I?

Hi everyone!  I know, it's been a while.

I am currently in San Diego.  What?!!!!

My world seems so drastically different. 

January began with 2 weeks of home study (I am a pharma rep now, if I haven't clarified).  Then a week in Indianapolis (mostly Bloomington-love it) for field training and now I am in CA for a week for my training.  Wow!

I can honestly say that 6 months ago this was not how I saw things panning out.  As I flew into San Diego I thought, "What the heck am I doing?!" 

Three years of full-time stay-at-home status and 6 years before that of really working for myself makes the "real world" seem very foreign. 

But I am absolutley loving spreading my wings and embracing this new season of life. 

As moms, sometimes we forget who we are without sippy-cups, diaper bags, PTO meetings and menu planning.  It is hard work, there is no doubt.  It is the best work, that is for sure.  But somewhere in the midst of wiping butts and reigning in temper-tantrums we forget how to "move like Jagger." 

I have absolutely no idea what God is planning to do with this part of my journey.  I know that the job itself is not "the point."  What He wants to do in me and through me is "the point."  Whether that is unemployed, cutting coupons and refusing to turn on the heat in order to keep the gas bill down or working for a (rocking little) pharmaceutical company and traveling all over the US, they are venues, each of them.

What is your venue right now?  Embrace it.  As Paul said, whether it is ideal or not, God has chosen it.  He is good.  Therefore, it is good.

Now, I have gotten my hair "did" and got my big girl clothes on.  That's my cue!  Later gators!

What kids should do

I just think today's kids need more of this. That's all.

Coming up for air

My brain is absolutely fried.

I have so much to share with you all, but there just hasn't been the time.

Christmas was a wonderful whirl of family/friend visits and enjoying the Birthday of our Savior.  We did less this year, being in a new town, and it was really a nice change of pace.

I began home study for my new job January 3rd and have spent the majority of my time at Panera Bread cramming as much medical mumbo-jumbo into my brain as the children have left space for.

Sunshine starts preschool tomorrow (we do not call it daycare, because she will actually be learning), and I have to say I am handling it pretty well.  I don't know if it is the sheer exhaustion of studying or the fact that this is my second time around with this.  But I'm not weeping and sobbing like I did when Little Prince had to go.  Could have something to do with the fact that he was itty-bitty and it wasn't as much of a "school" experience. 

Anyway, I am getting ready for a couple of out of state trips that I am really jazzed about, because I haven't had a "mommy-cation" in about 7 years.  I know Mr. Wonderful and the kiddos will do great without me.

So that is the state of things here.  No amusing anecdotes to share or deep ponderings.  Hopefully I will have some downtime on my trips for all that. 

Love to you all and thanks for still reading.  Got to rest to study more tomorrow!

Ms. Mess

Room to Grow

Our Thanksgiving trip to the mountains of North Carolina this year was awesome.  One of the best parts, according to Little Prince (and I wholeheartedly agree), was taking a hike every day along the creek that runs down the mountain and through the front yard of the house where we stay.


I love watching my kids in the mountains.

I love watching my kids get dirty.

I love seeing them slide down rocks into the cold (shallow) creek.

I love watching my kids squirm, unsure of which way they should go.

I love seeing them doubt they can do it, and then watching their reaction when they do.

I love letting my kids do it for themselves. (or help each other)

Isn't this is what we are working towards?  

Every time I don’t swoop in and save them from difficulty, uncertainty and dirt,
I allow them to become stronger, wiser and well, less pristine.

Their smile and confidence is bigger when they do it on their own.

Their ability to make insightful decisions is sharpened when they get out of the “safety zone,”
do something the wrong way (gasp),
and make adjustments on their own .

Their ability to handle the gritty reality of life is greater every time their clothes get filthy. 

Absolutely my job is still to post guard on the perimeter, to make sure that they are truly safe,
but it is also to know where that perimeter is and the difference between "dangerous" and "useful." 

I'm in love, I'm in love & I don't care who knows it!

I have to confess...I fall "in love" really easy.  What I mean is I don't become interested in something,
I totally become obsessed.

With a pair of boots.
With my favorite Monday night mystery writer/detective show.
With my new neighbor.
With that PTC momma that I volunteered with at my kids' school.
With the leading man in whatever the last Indian movie was that I watched.
With twitter or facebook or blogging.
With some new blogger that writes just the kind of snarky/spiritually deep/groovy cool/yummy stuff I love to read.

I can't help it.  I just do.

My Dad used to say that I was a zealot.

I am pretty sure that there would be restraining orders all over the place if I didn't have some semblance of social skills.

I've noticed this especially since we have made "the move" since my social calendar is far from full, and I am generally in the company of people under the age of 10. 
When I find something/someone to divert my attention from the unfamiliarity of it all, I just set up camp.

Some of these things fade as time goes by, and I just like them, as a normal person should.
Other things stick with me.

I have decided that Wednesdays should be obsession days.  So look for it.