I do. MOST of the time. I LOOOVVVEEE the discount. I have fun with my co-workers. It pays (sadly) almost as much a month as my FULL-TIME teaching job.
Those are the pros...but..I am sure you know they are coming: there are cons:
Tues. night was New Line Night...in the Gymboree world, as I have lived first hand for the last year, that means 'nightmare night'. OK....maybe not 'Nightmare' but definitely unpleasant. This week it was ME and 2 (brand spanking) NEW girls. OY! Seriously folks, I was about to pull my hair out! One of the new ones will eventually be somewhat a supervisor to me (she is a Full Time Asst. Mgr.) It would seem that her personality is very hard to read...I am not sure just how much I ticked her off by gently (or not!) telling her when something needed to be done. Not that (unless you have lived it) you would understand, but we had TONS of stuff to move, hardware to set...all while servicing customers!!
*let me interrupt here by saying...OK...I realize that many of you are 'professionals' and I am a teeny bit embarassed that I now work retail...but Look at my Dad. And brother! Folks...selling runs in my blood!!! Don't belittle the mundane! I make sure little Susie & Bobby look good for preschool, people! LOL...*
Anyway, the afore mentioned manager simply did...not much. I was working my tail off (I wish!) and would find her standing behind the cash register~! Or better yet, at the front of the store STANDING there doing NOTHING! Frustrated much? YES. I hope next week is better. I hope this new lady is different than she seems...I am willing to give the benefit of the doubt.
I really do like my job. Mr. Roboto wishes I didn't have to work....but Shhh. Don't tell him I would work anyway! Thats what it comes down to. We need for me to work, but it had to be flexible now that the babes have come along...so I found a job that would work with our schedule and keep me content....Just so long as nights like Tues. night don't turn into EVERYNIGHT!
I guess thats all.....Thanks for reading..and leaving me little messages. Tammy...you are SO right about 'what is normal'!
Love, C.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
I hope you're hungry!
Prime Rib coming up (OK...I PROMISE TO STOP USING THAT PHRASE!)
So...today was a great day for The X. Man. He talked to Grandmama on the phone and actually told her that his name is Xavier and that he is 3 years old. Also, he has a sister named Patton. Yeah!
So today, progress has been witnessed...it is tangible..I heard it. But, there are days NOT like today. There have been times that it seemed like Xavier didn't understand a single word I said. When you are a Mommy...yet..even a Mommy of a special needs child...you worry. You worry about so many things. Like: will he make friends? Will he ever be able to get married and have a normal life? Will he work somewhere besides Mcdonalds wiping the trays (please...I am seriously not picking fun!) This is my life now. I cry. ALOT. I KNOW I shouldn't, but I do. I love this little man with all my soul..and to imagine him hurt in ANY way....breaks up my heart in a million pieces.
I am thrilled with each new step he takes! He really is doing great, but it's the 'unknowns' that keep me awake at night. Thank God for his pre-school...they are really helping my little guy...they can ruin all the shirts they need to, LOL. Ps..the stains are barely noticable).
I don't want this post to be a downer...but maybe a glimpse into this world I live in. I know it's all going to be ok...but I can't help but worry sometimes.
In lighter news....YIKES...Someone needs to remind me to spell check!~ LOL...I was reading my post from yesterday and I can't believe how bad it is. I need to be kicked out of the 'Former Teachers Association'!
Love, C.
So...today was a great day for The X. Man. He talked to Grandmama on the phone and actually told her that his name is Xavier and that he is 3 years old. Also, he has a sister named Patton. Yeah!
So today, progress has been witnessed...it is tangible..I heard it. But, there are days NOT like today. There have been times that it seemed like Xavier didn't understand a single word I said. When you are a Mommy...yet..even a Mommy of a special needs child...you worry. You worry about so many things. Like: will he make friends? Will he ever be able to get married and have a normal life? Will he work somewhere besides Mcdonalds wiping the trays (please...I am seriously not picking fun!) This is my life now. I cry. ALOT. I KNOW I shouldn't, but I do. I love this little man with all my soul..and to imagine him hurt in ANY way....breaks up my heart in a million pieces.
I am thrilled with each new step he takes! He really is doing great, but it's the 'unknowns' that keep me awake at night. Thank God for his pre-school...they are really helping my little guy...they can ruin all the shirts they need to, LOL. Ps..the stains are barely noticable).
I don't want this post to be a downer...but maybe a glimpse into this world I live in. I know it's all going to be ok...but I can't help but worry sometimes.
In lighter news....YIKES...Someone needs to remind me to spell check!~ LOL...I was reading my post from yesterday and I can't believe how bad it is. I need to be kicked out of the 'Former Teachers Association'!
Love, C.
Oh so stylish!
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Ugh....PAINT!
So first of all...Baby Squirrel was in RARE form this morning. I think she was tired...or it could be that 'I' am tired. SO literally everything we did, she fought me!
Me:"Patton, lets go inside now"
Baby Squirrel: "No".
Me:"Patton...I said NOW, go indide and lets get your blanket".
Baby Squirrel: "No (while moving her car further in the yard).
Me:"Ok....N.O.W. GET INSIDE!
Baby Squirrel: "NOOOOO!" (By this point...she was about as FAR away from inside as her little car would take her and still be at home)
SO...I proceeded to pick her up and carry her inside....all while she was screaming like I had ripped her puppy's head off (yikes...that sounded SO horribly terrible..I promise I have NEVER ripped ANYTHING off of any harmless stuffed creature).
I think that exact same scenario happened: On the way into the store, on the way out of the store, on the way into store #2 for pictures, on the way out of store #2 and on the way in/out of preschool picking up Xavier. I am exhausted.
TO add to my frustration, as I approach Xavier's room, he comes out and asked "Where's pack pack?" (he named it by name ALL BY HIMSELF WITH NOT PROMPTING!!!!) I had left it at home (oops~!)and I noticed that he has paint all over him....ALL over. Sigh. I loved that shirt....I have it soaking in oxy...
I just can't be profound today. I couldn't sleep...so I am a little out of sorts. I promise tomorrow, I will be what all bloggers strive to be...but today, I am a Momy who needs a nap!
HEATHER: Thanks for the encouragement! TAMMY: WE LOVE YOU, TOO!!! Your scrapbooking looks awesome!!! LOVE the one for Uncle Jimmy!
Me:"Patton, lets go inside now"
Baby Squirrel: "No".
Me:"Patton...I said NOW, go indide and lets get your blanket".
Baby Squirrel: "No (while moving her car further in the yard).
Me:"Ok....N.O.W. GET INSIDE!
Baby Squirrel: "NOOOOO!" (By this point...she was about as FAR away from inside as her little car would take her and still be at home)
SO...I proceeded to pick her up and carry her inside....all while she was screaming like I had ripped her puppy's head off (yikes...that sounded SO horribly terrible..I promise I have NEVER ripped ANYTHING off of any harmless stuffed creature).
I think that exact same scenario happened: On the way into the store, on the way out of the store, on the way into store #2 for pictures, on the way out of store #2 and on the way in/out of preschool picking up Xavier. I am exhausted.
TO add to my frustration, as I approach Xavier's room, he comes out and asked "Where's pack pack?" (he named it by name ALL BY HIMSELF WITH NOT PROMPTING!!!!) I had left it at home (oops~!)and I noticed that he has paint all over him....ALL over. Sigh. I loved that shirt....I have it soaking in oxy...
I just can't be profound today. I couldn't sleep...so I am a little out of sorts. I promise tomorrow, I will be what all bloggers strive to be...but today, I am a Momy who needs a nap!
HEATHER: Thanks for the encouragement! TAMMY: WE LOVE YOU, TOO!!! Your scrapbooking looks awesome!!! LOVE the one for Uncle Jimmy!
Monday, September 24, 2007
Elmos Potty Time
Wow. I bought a 'Potty' DVD. Will it help? Will it be more than something to watch for The X. Man & (eventually) Baby Squirrel?
This morning as I woke The X. Man up, he said "It's Dirty". Immediately, I look at the bed and realize he wet through his diaper (yuck!). So I asked him: "Xavier, are you WET"? I fully expected him at this point to just repeat me...but ....he said "YES"!!!!! Maybe you aren't getting the big picture here...he answered my question appropriately on his own.
This is big. B.I.G. I am very excited and am anxious to see what Elmo's Potty Time does for us.
I know you will be waiting on pins and needles...so stay tuned!~
Other news:
School Pic Day is NEXT TUESDAY! What should we wear??? OOPS!~ What should The X. Man wear?
Ok.Ok...I guess today is all COOL WHIP..but whatayagonnado?
Baby Squirrel is as precious as ever...except she wouldn't let me do piggies this morning. Right now she is dancing! I HEART HER!!!
This morning as I woke The X. Man up, he said "It's Dirty". Immediately, I look at the bed and realize he wet through his diaper (yuck!). So I asked him: "Xavier, are you WET"? I fully expected him at this point to just repeat me...but ....he said "YES"!!!!! Maybe you aren't getting the big picture here...he answered my question appropriately on his own.
This is big. B.I.G. I am very excited and am anxious to see what Elmo's Potty Time does for us.
I know you will be waiting on pins and needles...so stay tuned!~
Other news:
School Pic Day is NEXT TUESDAY! What should we wear??? OOPS!~ What should The X. Man wear?
Ok.Ok...I guess today is all COOL WHIP..but whatayagonnado?
Baby Squirrel is as precious as ever...except she wouldn't let me do piggies this morning. Right now she is dancing! I HEART HER!!!
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Let me give this a try.
Ok.
I can't believe I am doing this! I love reading blogs...and there are SEVERAL I read, but this is mine. MINE. I have NO idea if anyone other than me will read this.
Blogging is, I guess, what you allow it to be. Will it be raw and emotional and ~dare I say it~ TRUE? Or will it be fluff, a mere recounting of the day's business at hand? Prime Rib or Cool Whip?
Let's begin with me.
I am Chelsea. 31 (YIKES) and married with 2 kiddos. My husband will be from this point on: Mr. Roboto (hehe..snicker...) Just because he does a FABULOUS 'the Robot'. My precious babies are The X. Man (just turned 3) and Baby Squirrel (will be 2 in Dec.). Oh my....so much to say!
The X. Man was diagnosed with Autism in April of this year (does anyone smell Prime Rib?) and we are chugging along every day to make every effort to help him grow up healthy and happy. I feel pretty good about the choices we have made thus far..He started Pre-school this month and is having a blast. No matter...I am putty in the little guys hands....HOW is it possible to love someone so much?
My Baby Squirrel is just as sweet as Peach Cobbler! Sometimes I look at her and just cry..she is GORGEOUS and freakin adorable too....but has just a teeny tiny bit of attitude...Where did she get THAT? From Brett..I think. Brett was my baby Sister who was tragically killed by a drunk driver almost 7 years ago. OK....so it looks like my blog is leaning towards the Raw emotion...but maybe it's ok to have BOTH?
Mr. Roboto....is cute. And comfy. If I could crawl up on him and take a nap I would. He is wonderful...SOMETIMES (wink).
More later.....
I can't believe I am doing this! I love reading blogs...and there are SEVERAL I read, but this is mine. MINE. I have NO idea if anyone other than me will read this.
Blogging is, I guess, what you allow it to be. Will it be raw and emotional and ~dare I say it~ TRUE? Or will it be fluff, a mere recounting of the day's business at hand? Prime Rib or Cool Whip?
Let's begin with me.
I am Chelsea. 31 (YIKES) and married with 2 kiddos. My husband will be from this point on: Mr. Roboto (hehe..snicker...) Just because he does a FABULOUS 'the Robot'. My precious babies are The X. Man (just turned 3) and Baby Squirrel (will be 2 in Dec.). Oh my....so much to say!
The X. Man was diagnosed with Autism in April of this year (does anyone smell Prime Rib?) and we are chugging along every day to make every effort to help him grow up healthy and happy. I feel pretty good about the choices we have made thus far..He started Pre-school this month and is having a blast. No matter...I am putty in the little guys hands....HOW is it possible to love someone so much?
My Baby Squirrel is just as sweet as Peach Cobbler! Sometimes I look at her and just cry..she is GORGEOUS and freakin adorable too....but has just a teeny tiny bit of attitude...Where did she get THAT? From Brett..I think. Brett was my baby Sister who was tragically killed by a drunk driver almost 7 years ago. OK....so it looks like my blog is leaning towards the Raw emotion...but maybe it's ok to have BOTH?
Mr. Roboto....is cute. And comfy. If I could crawl up on him and take a nap I would. He is wonderful...SOMETIMES (wink).
More later.....
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