Recharging weekend and other stuff

Kids went to their grandparents for the weekend. It was awesome. Got some sleep. Cleaned up just a tiny bit. Hubby and I got some date time. I got to go bra shopping with out screaming children, so that was nice.
Friday, we went out with some other couples to a Country Dance Bar, after we dropped off the kids. Stayed out until 1:30am. Only had a few drinks but felt so hungover the next morning, since we were up so late. Got up, ate breakfast with Hubby, sent him off fishing, and I went shopping. Thank you Bonus Weekend!
Hubby forgot to make reservations for Saturday night dinner at my favorite restaurant, so we went to another place. Wildflower. It was pretty darn good, especially for being 2nd choice. I am just glad they could get us in. I was so disappointed about Gumbos (my favorite), that I almost started crying. I had been looking forward to it for weeks. I think Hubby knows he messed up. Hopefully this will be a life lesson for him on not forgetting. I was nice about it, just kept reminding myself that we were blessed to be able to go anywhere at all.
Then I went and got my tattoo! I would post a picture of it, but it's not letting me. I got Matthew 5:9 on my wrist. I loves it super hard. It's for my Hubby and our Thin Blue Line Family. I was going to get Abbey's feet on my foot, but lost the card with the imprint. I was so looking forward to getting it. I am so disappointed in myself.
Then we went to Brass Tap, a local place in town, and met up with some friends. It was awesome just relaxing and hanging out. I had only 2 drinks, didn't want to feel like shit on my day off.
Slept in Sunday morning. Hubby and I grabbed brunch and promptly ignored each other while we placed on our phones for a while. Cleaned a few things up. Went and got kids. Promptly wished they had stayed at their grandparents. Haha. Harper had diarrhea, so we had to pull over on the side of the road for her to poop. That was gross. We also stayed home Monday to make sure we didn't pass it along.
Harper and I made homemade muffins and a semihomemade dinner. No body likes the muffins, exccept me and the dinner was a huge hit. Harper loves to do the dishes, and I encourage her to help me. I want the help as long as I can get it.
We also found out who cut Abbey's hair. Friday night, when we were out to eat, I tried to put Abbey's hair in a ponytail, and noticed it was a lot shorter and harder to do. I asked the baby sitter if she cut her hair, and she said no. I was so upset all weekend, because that was her 1st hair cut. Harper didn't have her hair cut until she was 3. So Hubby did a police interview technique on her, and got a full confession. She showed us which scissors she used and which trashcan she threw all the hair away in. At least it's a good story for the future, and I know her hair will grow back. Right it's a mullet though, sorry baby.
This post is all over the place and long but I don't even know if anyone is reading, so there.
One of the wives has cancer. She doesn't want anyone to know, her right, but she isn't doing well. She's probably in the final stages. And what blows me away is she refused Chemo. She has a young daughter. The wife is very organic and only eats certain organic foods, etc. If I got cancer, I would move Heaven and Hell and take anything I could to try and get better. I don't know her whole story, so I am trying not to judge. And I would also let Hubby tell people. Not for me, but for supporting my Hubby. Let people make him and the girls dinner. Let people watch the girls so he could go up to the hospital or take me to appointments. Let people help with money. Let people help. Because when I am gone, he's going to need a lot of support. It just makes me so sad, she's probably going to have to leave her family. And I don't feel she did everything in her power to get better. So yes, I guess that's me judging. Her husband knows we are here for them, and are just waiting until we get the all clear to help. I will say she did experimental treatments in Mexico, and they seemed to work. But she picked up a virus while down there and it set her back. It would knock down a normally healthy person, but for someone with a weakened immune system, it's devestating. If you're reading this please keep their family in your prayers. They need all they can get.
I'll leave you on that heavy note.

Kidless Weekend

It's Valentine's Weekend and the girls are going to their grandparents!! The thing I am most excited about? Sleep. And lack of responsibilty. Like for serious. I am a mom, so my brain is never turned off. It's exhausting. And I will worry about them at my parents. Because that's what moms do. I will probably even have an anxiety attack about them being gone. But is the panic enough that they would stay at home with us? That's a negative Ghost Rider. I value my sleep and sanity too much. In theory, we are meeting up with friends tonight after we drop the girls off.
Then, I am going to do some light shopping tomorrow morning. Bras are needed, and other than the sleep, it's one of the top highlights of my weekend. Hubby forgot to make reservations anywhere, so we are going to my favorite special place, Gumbos North, around 4 to try and get a seat. After that, I am getting tattoos!! I am so freaking excited. I am getting "Matthew 5:9" and Abbey's feetprint on my foot. I have Harper's on there, and I need to do Abbey's. It's only fair. I already have 3. Tribal trampstamp, from when I was 16. Harper's feet, and the Irish Trinity on my wrist. Once you get some, they become addicting.
I will probably read some of my pre test info. I need to get an Anatomy book. It;s time to get started, so I am not overwhelmed towards the end.
I hope everyone has a great Valentine's Day Weekend. Remember to love all year round.

First Baby Steps

I went today to talk to an advisor at school. It was very informative, and though I am thoroughly terrified, I know more things. I know what classes I will need to take to start off, and I am so close to applying to nursing school. I only have a few classes left to apply, but since I need financial aid, and my classes have to be taken in order, then I have to take 3 semesters to finish. But I will be able to get all my prereqs out of the way, and even some of my classes for my BSN done. I printed out my test assesment prep, put it into binders, and will start my reading when I get home. I have 2 schools I can apply to that are in my area. I need to get my GPA up a little bit to help me. There's a wait list?! That's crazy. How does that work? Don't these young kids know I have a family to feed? But that's just more motivation to work harder, and get better grades. I am so excited. I love to learn. I am curious to see what I've retained too. Good thing you can prep for the test. No more Game of Thrones, 50 Shades, or other light reading. It's all mitosis and organisms from here.

I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.

"Dreams don't have deadlines. Believe in yourself".

So many things have happened recently. I am still not feeling well, which really pisses me off. I am sick and tired of being sick and tired. Ugh. We found out, the same time as the rest of America, that another company will be trying to buy out my company. If that happens, more than likely, I won't have a job any more. That has caused me to sit down and really focus on what I want to be when I grow up. I wake up every day, thankful I have a job that pays the bills, and allows the extras, and I have a kick ass boss, though he's a pain in the ass too, though he means well.
But I don't feel fulfilled. I've struggled with this for a long time. My friends have careers and love what they do. I push paper and pencils to people who argue with me over a price difference of $0.05. I struggled at my bank as well, but I left to come to my current position. I thought more money would cover up that feeling. It masked it for a while. But it's back and yelling at me. So with Hubby's support, I've decided to go back to school in August. Regardless if my position is still here or not. It's time I put my big girl panties on and finish school. I've got 70+ hours under my belt. No degree. I want to go to Nursing School. I want to feel like I am making a difference. I want to help people. I WANT TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE.
Also, how can I stress the importance of school to my children if I didn't finish. I want people to be proud of me, but most of all, I want to be proud of myself. I want to finish something. Another benefit is I love school. I love to learn. I love knowing things. I think that is what separates us from the amoebas. I'm full of random useless trivia. And I love it. I love being smart and knowing ALL THE THINGS!!! And I am smart enough to know I hardly know anything in this world. I want to learn it all. I think that's partly what life is about. Constantly learning. As I am teaching my daughters and learned from the Duggars, "Practice makes Progress". Thanks Duggars!
I know there are lots of things to worry about. Like paying bills. I will need a new laptop, mine is fried, (though I love Laptoppy). Doing this with 2 kids. Getting good grades. But I have to do it. I have to finish. For my sake.
As the great LL Cool J said, "Dreams don't have deadlines. Believe in yourself". I HEAR YOU LL! Loud and Clear!

It Smells Like Pee

That's not what I wanted to talk about, but just as I was starting to write, I smelled pee. Turns out, my neighbor/coworker is eating homemade weird pee smelling popcorn. To each their own. So the Super Bowl happened yesterday. We were invited to one of Hubby's co-worker's house. I got to meet a lot of wives on his new shift. I say this is his new shift, but in reality it's not. He's been on this shift for about a year and a half. But unlike our last shift, I never really met any of the wives. Our last shift, the majority of the wives were best friends, and still are. We are super close and our kids are too. This new shift, not so much. Another wife and I Co-Created a wives group called WOPO. It's our way of making sure the wives know each other, in case of an emergency. We try to have a get together when we can, and it gives us a nice night out and away from spouses or kids. In fact, we are hosting a K9 Memorial Fund BBQ in May. So anyways, I am always trying to make sure all the wives belong to the Wives group, so no one feels left out, and they can have a break, and help out with our BBQ and whatever else we do in the future. I was asking one of the new gals I met yesterday, if she belonged to WOPO, because I didn't recognize her name. Well, hilarity ensued and I learned to ask Hubby beforehand who someone is. Turns out, she was not a wife, but a girlfriend. And she wanted to be more serious, and her boyfriend didn't. And so when I asked, that brought up some feelings of resentment from her. And since the whole shift knows about the boyfriend's lack of wanting something serious, he got much ribbing. I don't care that he doesn't want something serious, he's super young, and he's not lying to her. I just wish Hubby had warned me beforehand, so I didn't embarrass her or myself. And then I wound up not asking any of the wives/spouses/partners/significant others/girlfriends I met for the rest of the evening, just in case. And I missed out on a great opportunity to network with new people, and discuss the BBQ. But I didn't want it to be any more awkward than it already was, and I didn't want to exclude her. Other than that, the girls had a great time playing. There were equal boys and girls, and they were tired when they got home. Abbey even slept through the night.
Back to the Super Bowl, I heard a football game broke out at a fight. That reminded me of one of my all-time favorite scenes from a movie. Necessary Roughness. Laughter will follow, know this.
Hubby didn't get to go hunting this weekend. I actually feel bad for him. I know he really wanted to go, and take his son on his first hunting trip. But the guide canceled, and what can you do. I am thankful he was here with us though. It rained a lot and I still don't feel well. He got to see Harper at her volleyball class, and we went to get Harper's haircut afterwards. He and Abbey stayed in the car while she napped. We had a 45 minute wait, so that would have never happened had I been alone. Then I dropped them off at the house, and went grocery shopping alone. At my Happy Place (a story for another post). And it was raining, so I had to unload groceries in the pouring ass rain. I wouldn't have wanted to do that with the girls by myself. Watched a non-animated adult movie (not porn, just not for kids), which is rare. It was called Blended. Super cute movie with Adam Sandler and Drew Barrymore. And we just kind of hung out. Super low key. Sunday morning, I tackled Mount Laundry. I love finding shirts I have long forgotten about. There was a pack n'play underneath. And a small tribe of indigenous Laundry people.