Really? Really! Really.
I am risking completely jinxing myself...but Lucy has turned a corner. That probably sounds bad as I don't want to say that she was a terrible, nasty, whining, mess. But if the shoe fits... If you know James and I, you know Lucy has been our "challenge". But the past two weeks, she has been an absolute joy. If I ask her to get dressed, she does. Brush your teeth, ok Mommy!
But fate is cruel. Oh yes, as Lucy transitions to a kind human again...Greta appears to be diving head first into the terrible 2's.
Really? Really! Really.
Friday, October 19, 2012
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Hard Knocks
I know I generally use this blog to post about all the craziness that happens in our lives. But today...I'm going to use it as a place to vent a new frustration; one that is generally not part of my normal grievances. Today, I'd like to talk about my job (What you say...I actually have one).
For those who don't know, I'm an Audit Manager at Wells Fargo. Specifically, I work on the Financial Crimes Audit Team which ensures business groups within Wells Fargo are in compliance with the applicable laws and regulations stemming from the USA PATRIOT Act, Global Sanctions (generalization), and FACTA. Most days, I love my job. I'm really good at it (hey...my blog...my horn tooting). I earn a good salary and I work really hard.
But last week, I got passed-over for a promotion. A promotion I didn't even really know I wanted until I was told it couldn't be mine. *tear*. Truth be told, I've never been this affected by a set-back in my job before. In years past, when a job I applied for was given to someone else...it made sense. That person had more experience, better qualifications, etc. But in this instance, I was more qualified (or at least that's what I think). Apparently, my bosses-boss thinks otherwise. In fact, I've come to realize that the current role I'm in will, in no way, get me to that next level (boo). This is a hard pill to swallow. So, to move forward...I have made the decision to leave my beloved job and take on a new role within our group (double boo).
Life is full of heartaches; but this one seems to be more hurtful than most. I know I will get over it. I've already put back on my game face at work. But in more private moments, I'm grateful Norm has a strong shoulder and warm words of wisdom.
I'm sad.
For those who don't know, I'm an Audit Manager at Wells Fargo. Specifically, I work on the Financial Crimes Audit Team which ensures business groups within Wells Fargo are in compliance with the applicable laws and regulations stemming from the USA PATRIOT Act, Global Sanctions (generalization), and FACTA. Most days, I love my job. I'm really good at it (hey...my blog...my horn tooting). I earn a good salary and I work really hard.
But last week, I got passed-over for a promotion. A promotion I didn't even really know I wanted until I was told it couldn't be mine. *tear*. Truth be told, I've never been this affected by a set-back in my job before. In years past, when a job I applied for was given to someone else...it made sense. That person had more experience, better qualifications, etc. But in this instance, I was more qualified (or at least that's what I think). Apparently, my bosses-boss thinks otherwise. In fact, I've come to realize that the current role I'm in will, in no way, get me to that next level (boo). This is a hard pill to swallow. So, to move forward...I have made the decision to leave my beloved job and take on a new role within our group (double boo).
Life is full of heartaches; but this one seems to be more hurtful than most. I know I will get over it. I've already put back on my game face at work. But in more private moments, I'm grateful Norm has a strong shoulder and warm words of wisdom.
I'm sad.
Monday, July 30, 2012
Ohh What a Difference a Year Makes
Last summer was hard. One baby and one toddler. Two different sleep schedules. Bottles. Diapers. limited mobility. Packing for a cabin weekend was a 4 hour marathon. And by the time you'd gotten in the car; made three stops in two hours; unpacked and "set-up shop" at the cabin; spent 9:00am-4:00pm trying to put one of the kids to sleep; repacked the show two days later; reloaded the car; made four stops on the way home; and unpacked again...you wondered why? (And I'm lucky because my in-laws decked-out their cabin home with cribs, toys, monitors, books, bouncers, swings, and sippy-cups.) Why did I put myself through this? What was I thinking? Will it always be this hard? How do those other families do it...traveling up to their cabin home every weekend of the summer?
But life goes on...and somewhere along the way we found ourselves with two toddlers; on the same sleep schedule; sans diapers and bottles. Packing for the cabin is more like 45 minutes and we are completely mobile. Cabin weeks have become something that I genuinely look forward to these days. James and I talked about how things would change last summer...but I guess I just didn't really believe it.
They say you shouldn't look back. But I can't help but remind myself how hard it was...and how much better it is. I see my pregnant friends and I want to share my small tidbit of wisdom with them. Warn them that it's harder, more exhausting, and more challenging than they could ever imagine. And all these crazies who prattly-on about how rewarding it is to suffer through those first two years of a childs life can quite frankly, kiss mine.
Ohhhhh, What a Difference a Year Makes!
But life goes on...and somewhere along the way we found ourselves with two toddlers; on the same sleep schedule; sans diapers and bottles. Packing for the cabin is more like 45 minutes and we are completely mobile. Cabin weeks have become something that I genuinely look forward to these days. James and I talked about how things would change last summer...but I guess I just didn't really believe it.
They say you shouldn't look back. But I can't help but remind myself how hard it was...and how much better it is. I see my pregnant friends and I want to share my small tidbit of wisdom with them. Warn them that it's harder, more exhausting, and more challenging than they could ever imagine. And all these crazies who prattly-on about how rewarding it is to suffer through those first two years of a childs life can quite frankly, kiss mine.
Ohhhhh, What a Difference a Year Makes!
Monday, February 6, 2012
2012...Already!
Wow! Time sure flies when you're busy! And boy have we been busy lately. I shake my head in disappointment as I realize my last post was in early fall, 2011. Ekkk! Since that time, so many crazy, exciting, and well, not so exciting things have happened. Here is the CliffsNote of the past 5 months...
1. Lucy turned 3
2. The girls moved to Macdonald Montessori School (and love it)
3. Thanksgiving in Missouri
4. Christmas at the Cabin
5. James still recovering from throwing his back out
6. I had PRK surgery on my eyes (also still recovering)
Ok...glad I got this post out of the way!
1. Lucy turned 3
2. The girls moved to Macdonald Montessori School (and love it)
3. Thanksgiving in Missouri
4. Christmas at the Cabin
5. James still recovering from throwing his back out
6. I had PRK surgery on my eyes (also still recovering)
Ok...glad I got this post out of the way!
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