Rant of the Week
When I last left off one of the rental houses was on the market. And I am glad (really ecstatic) to say that we have a contract for 99% list price and and are closing one day after the tenants move out. It couldn't be a better situation. And with this pending sale, it means that we are at the beginning of the end of our foray into real estate.
But now that that venture is heading towards the exit sign, it is once again time for me to figure out what I am going to be when I grow up. First and foremost, I am a mom. And every Mother's Day card ever printed will tell you no job is more important. But, if you read the fine print you will find that the pay really stinks.
Luckily, Scott salary pays the bills and leaves some for a little fun too. So, technically, I don't have to work. But, the truth is I want to work. I was babysitting full time when I was 13 and have been pretty much been employed ever since. Although I know that I want to work, the problem is I have a few requirements. I want a job that pays a top salary, has a wonderful work environment, is mentally challenging, has low stress, AND requires less than 20 hours a week. You can stop laughing now, because I know that this job ain't exactly easy to find.
Since I know that I won't find the impossible job in the want-ads, I have been dreaming up lots of crazy ideas to do on my own. I have run the gamut from teaching to organizing consignment garage sales to staying in real estate to freelance writing to starting a "mommy track" website to being an aerobics instructor. I have pretty exhausted Scott's patience for listening to my ideas, so now I am branching out to my neighbors and driving them crazy too.
And all the while, I am still knee deep in real estate and over my head in being a mom. So for now, I for the moment I am still figuring it out and open to any ideas or suggestions that you may have.
Life in the Stroller Lane
Outside of my personal career conundrum, life remains good. In fact, it is even better than the last time I wrote. For the last two weeks, Jaley has slept through the night. That is 14 decedent nights of uninterrupted sleep - the most by far in the last 12 months. And what was our secret. Our secret was to throw out the books and the pediatricians' advice and do what our grandmas did. We simply put Jaley to bed with a bottle. She drinks it down when she is thirsty and drifts back to sleep. Simple solution for a major problem. And for those of you worried about her teeth, bottle at night or not, Jaley's teeth are going to fall out before she is 10 and by then she won't be drinking from a bottle.
For the next few weeks, Scott is on the road. He is working a full day in the office today, Saturday, and then headed out of town tomorrow. And next weekend will probably be a repeat of this one. Life at the office is pretty stressful, so the girls and I have been trying to keep things a little more fun at home.
Sarah is doing great and learning more every day. She is definitely the product of two engineers. Though she chats up a storm, her math skills definitely top her language ones. She is prone to mix up M and W, but never 6 and 9. She knows that 5-2=3, but hasn't caught that c-a-t = cat. But we would prefer MIT to Harvard anyhow (he, he).
And not to be outdone, Jaley is learning new things too. She isn't really talking yet, but that doesn't mean she doesn't communicate. She will try to climb right into her highchair when she is hungry. And she will throw an empty bottle at you when she wants a refill. The bottle in the face isn't her most endearing trait, but it sure gets the point across.
And that is life in the stroller lane. Lots of love.