Holiday Rush Re-hab ...
Ok, so now that I am out of Retail Re-hab for Holiday Employees, I have a little more time to update my blog.
First, thanks to a snow and ice storm that was the worst this area has seen in like 30 years, I got to spend a little extra time with Corey before he went back to school. I went from a place that had smog day alerts, to a place that had snow days activated.
I do not drive in the snow, and God made sure of it, when for no apparent reason the windshield wipers blew a fuse and I was forced to ride the bus to work a few times.
This is not new to me, and in fact, when looking for a place to live, I now make sure that it is close to a bus stop as I have found myself needing a ride upon several occasions over the last 5 years. However, hiking through the snow, slipping on ice, and feeling my breath freeze to my face, while waiting to be accosted by strange people on the bus is a new twist.
Corey is doing great. He is so smart and funny. He really is. Any of you who have sat and had a conversation with him know this. People often say he is 6 going on 30. His whit and humor is advanced for his age. The benefits of being raised as an only child of a whitty and smart allelic mother I suppose. He constantly surprises me. Like yesterday morning he came in to wake me up. I said I needed a few minutes to wake up and asked him to read a book while he waited. He went into his room, got a book, then proceeded to read it out loud to me. Not a little toddler book. But one that is meant to be read to him, as it is at the second to third grade level. I almost fell out of bed. He brought home a math "test" where he had to do 96 problems in 5 minutes. He did them all with only 1 error. I am in so much trouble when he gets to the third grade and starts algebra. That's right, third grade. Stuff I know that I did not learn until 5th grade. Truthfully, they began teaching it in the 5th, but I didn't start understanding it until 6th and 7th. Math and I do not get along.
Milo is doing well. He just turned 1 year old and has cut down on his chewing up our things. Still not great, but a lot better than it was. He went on a real destructive chew fest for a while there. But any idea of tossing him out was dropped every time that dog ran to Corey, put his paws up on his shoulders, and snuggled his neck. That was his get out of jail free card everytime. Think he knows it?
I am now back on the job hunt, as I am down to 20 hours a week or so. I have to say, much to my surprise, that with exception of working evenings (thus being away from Corey) and the fact that it doesn't pay squat, I really like retail. Nice verity. Nothing is mundane or repetitive. Constant change. A great pace. I like it. Too bad it doesn't meet the bills.
So that is all for now folks. I have been saving up stories, but thought you would appreciate an update first.
First, thanks to a snow and ice storm that was the worst this area has seen in like 30 years, I got to spend a little extra time with Corey before he went back to school. I went from a place that had smog day alerts, to a place that had snow days activated.
I do not drive in the snow, and God made sure of it, when for no apparent reason the windshield wipers blew a fuse and I was forced to ride the bus to work a few times.
This is not new to me, and in fact, when looking for a place to live, I now make sure that it is close to a bus stop as I have found myself needing a ride upon several occasions over the last 5 years. However, hiking through the snow, slipping on ice, and feeling my breath freeze to my face, while waiting to be accosted by strange people on the bus is a new twist.
Corey is doing great. He is so smart and funny. He really is. Any of you who have sat and had a conversation with him know this. People often say he is 6 going on 30. His whit and humor is advanced for his age. The benefits of being raised as an only child of a whitty and smart allelic mother I suppose. He constantly surprises me. Like yesterday morning he came in to wake me up. I said I needed a few minutes to wake up and asked him to read a book while he waited. He went into his room, got a book, then proceeded to read it out loud to me. Not a little toddler book. But one that is meant to be read to him, as it is at the second to third grade level. I almost fell out of bed. He brought home a math "test" where he had to do 96 problems in 5 minutes. He did them all with only 1 error. I am in so much trouble when he gets to the third grade and starts algebra. That's right, third grade. Stuff I know that I did not learn until 5th grade. Truthfully, they began teaching it in the 5th, but I didn't start understanding it until 6th and 7th. Math and I do not get along.
Milo is doing well. He just turned 1 year old and has cut down on his chewing up our things. Still not great, but a lot better than it was. He went on a real destructive chew fest for a while there. But any idea of tossing him out was dropped every time that dog ran to Corey, put his paws up on his shoulders, and snuggled his neck. That was his get out of jail free card everytime. Think he knows it?
I am now back on the job hunt, as I am down to 20 hours a week or so. I have to say, much to my surprise, that with exception of working evenings (thus being away from Corey) and the fact that it doesn't pay squat, I really like retail. Nice verity. Nothing is mundane or repetitive. Constant change. A great pace. I like it. Too bad it doesn't meet the bills.
So that is all for now folks. I have been saving up stories, but thought you would appreciate an update first.
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