The honey and I are looking for a new house. Don't get me wrong, I love our house. It's over 100 years old, it has hardwood floors, lovely woodwork, a nice layout, and a pretty good sized back yard. It's a nice house. It also happens to be in a high crime area of the city. It's kind of a long story how we ended up here. But suffice to say, the honey and I had never had to call 911 in our lives before we moved in. Now we don't even flinch when we have to do so.
It's sad because there are a lot of memories here. The honey proposed to me in the kitchen. The Captain (note bene, from here on out, Baby boy is going to be referred to as The Captain) took his first steps here. I confused the kitty with The Captain. But, long story short, I don't think this is a place to raise a child.
Every time I take The Captain for a walk, I get comments from my neighbors. They are mostly flattering, such as "You taken?" Or, "Where's your man?" I usually respond to such sallies with a smile, and an, "I'm married". In other circumstances, I think I'd be flattered? In these, I somehow feel like I ought to hurry home and lock the door.
There's always trash. Everywhere. Trash in the streets. Trash on the yards. I try to keep it picked up in front of our house. The local schools are un-good. Our garage has been broken in to, a bullet has come through our tv room window, and we've had a shoot out down the street. Twice.
So we are thinking quite seriously of moving. I still believe that in about 10 years this area will be lovely. There are enough hardworking good folks around that will make it so. The honey and I just don't have ten years to wait.
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Thursday, April 25, 2013
New job...
The encouraging phone call translated in to new job. I now have an impressive sounding title, a whole lot more responsibility, and not that much more pay. But hey, I no longer have to go back and forth from Wisconsin.
I do miss some of my old office folks though. The new job has an interesting mix of high school graduates, and Phd's. I'm one of the few odd professionals out. It makes for interesting conversations at the water cooler. Although I'm getting a whole new repertoire of bad jokes - As in - Did you hear about the cannibal who passed his mother in the woods? Get it? ...
I can't say I dislike it. There's been a big adjustment, but the fellas I work with (it's always fellas) have been helpful, for the most part. As my momma puts it - B's new job is pretty high level, and somewhat stressful... I think I wanted the responsibility?
Baby boy is almost 15 months old. He is walking well, sorta talking, and still generally awesome. In the mornings, he wakes up and tackles me. It's one of my favorite things ever. His eyes are still blue, and his giggle is well, even better than his tackle.
The honey and I have been discussing theoretical second baby lately. After baby boy was born, my Dr. told us not to think about it till he was 18 months old. That's only three months away! It's a scary prospect. Baby boy is wonderful, and I wouldn't trade him for the world. But the idea of second kiddo is somehow more frightening. It's like all of a sudden we should get a dog and a white picket fence to go along with our prospective brood, and we're not white picket fence kind of people. Don't freak out here readers - we haven't bought a mini-van yet. To be brutally honest, I'm not sure that second baby is on the horizon. It's been hard enough for me to work full time with one. I keep thinking that being a working mom will get easier each day I pack up and head to the office, but I'll be honest. It hasn't I hate leaving him every day, even though my mom is the one watching him. I just keep thinking I've failed as a momma, even though I finally have the job title I thought I wanted.
I do miss some of my old office folks though. The new job has an interesting mix of high school graduates, and Phd's. I'm one of the few odd professionals out. It makes for interesting conversations at the water cooler. Although I'm getting a whole new repertoire of bad jokes - As in - Did you hear about the cannibal who passed his mother in the woods? Get it? ...
I can't say I dislike it. There's been a big adjustment, but the fellas I work with (it's always fellas) have been helpful, for the most part. As my momma puts it - B's new job is pretty high level, and somewhat stressful... I think I wanted the responsibility?
Baby boy is almost 15 months old. He is walking well, sorta talking, and still generally awesome. In the mornings, he wakes up and tackles me. It's one of my favorite things ever. His eyes are still blue, and his giggle is well, even better than his tackle.
The honey and I have been discussing theoretical second baby lately. After baby boy was born, my Dr. told us not to think about it till he was 18 months old. That's only three months away! It's a scary prospect. Baby boy is wonderful, and I wouldn't trade him for the world. But the idea of second kiddo is somehow more frightening. It's like all of a sudden we should get a dog and a white picket fence to go along with our prospective brood, and we're not white picket fence kind of people. Don't freak out here readers - we haven't bought a mini-van yet. To be brutally honest, I'm not sure that second baby is on the horizon. It's been hard enough for me to work full time with one. I keep thinking that being a working mom will get easier each day I pack up and head to the office, but I'll be honest. It hasn't I hate leaving him every day, even though my mom is the one watching him. I just keep thinking I've failed as a momma, even though I finally have the job title I thought I wanted.
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