Get a haircut...
I got a haircut tonight. This is a big deal to me. I love "gettin' my herrrr did"! Hubby got in from school, I showed him where his dinner was, and I was out the door for a little time to myself. Woohoo!
Getting a haircut is so relaxing to me. If I could afford to have someone come to my house every day and wash, dry, and style my hair I would do it in a heartbeat. The girl that did my hair tonight was awesome, too. She didn't talk to me much. Now, don't get me wrong...I love to talk and I will most certainly chat it up with my hairdresser any time - especially if I know him or her and we know the same people ;) - but just feeling comfortable sitting there in silence while this girl took care of my hair was amazing. I was so sad when it was over!
A couple of things occurred during my visit:
- A woman brought her four children in to sell chocolates for her daughter's school. (No, I did not buy any...I am trying to be good, people!) She was obviously a frequent customer at the salon, because she just talked and talked to everyone in there and caught up on the latest news...while her children ran rampant throughout the salon. I am not kidding. Her son laid on the floor next to me and started pumping the empty chair up and down up and down. The youngest girl went over to the hair dryers and turned it on and sat down and got up and sat down and got up. The oldest girl took over the counter with the chocolates. The other little girl just followed her siblings and kind of kept to herself. A lady gettin' her herrr did in the seat across from me offered to buy chocolate, and all four children rushed her and the youngest stood with her hand dang near in the woman's face waiting to grab money. It was crazy. The girl doing my hair didn't say anything, and I just closed my eyes and pretended like they weren't there. Since they weren't my children, it was really easy to tune them out. (Yay, teacher skills! Oh, wait...teachers really shouldn't tune their students out very often, should they? haha!)
- While I was getting shampooed, I overheard the woman next to me talking about how she had gained some weight. While she and her stylist were lamenting that fact, she said, and I quote (I memorized this so I could get it just right for y'all), "I think my problem is that I don't eat enough. I really don't eat much. I need to eat more. My body is just taking what I do eat and storing it and making me gain weight because I don't give it enough food." Let me let y'all marinate on that for a second... I sat there waiting on the laughter to show that she was joking, and it never came. Never have I ever heard of not eating enough causing you to gain weight. Can we say denial? Who wouldn't love to believe that if they ate more they could lose weight? (Pass me the Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, would you?!) If any of you try this theory, let me know how it goes!
Get a real job...(not that being a Stay at Home Mom isn't a real job...cause it dang sure is!)...
It's that time again. The job search has begun. Last year, obviously, was not successful. (I am not complaining. I got another year at home with my Little Man!) But, I know how beneficial it would be for me to be bringing in some dough, not to mention some good health insurance. So...it's time for applications, cover letters, and resumes again. I seriously dislike this process. The anxiousness plain ol' sucks. No matter how many interviews I do, I am always nervous when I go in to visit with a principal. I am confident in my teaching abilities, but my nerves are ridiculous.
To be honest with you, most of the anxiousness is Little Man-related. I have been so blessed to stay home with him since he was born. I am not ready to give it up, even though I can already tell that he will love school based on his experiences in the church nursery. (To be even more honest, I am not ready to believe that I have an almost-2-year-old!!)
I think I will be happy to be back in the classroom when I get back into the routine of things, but it will definitely be a hard transition. (I may or may not be just a little spoiled seeing as how I have been doing pretty much whatever I wanted every day for the plast year and a half!) I will have to learn how to find a good balance between my family and my work. I used to go in to school extra early and stay extra late almost every day, but that will not be an option when I have my family to come home to. It's going to be like my first year of teaching all over again - just on a bigger scale since I have more to juggle now.
Maybe the budget will still be in terrible shape and I won't find a job. I'm just sayin'... (Hubby, if you are reading this, I am kidding! Really.)
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