Ready, set, go.

You know how it is sometimes....when you've been gone for far too long and life is easier described in bullets.  That's me right now.  So here it goes:

• I'm not pregnant.  But I am four weeks late...and counting.  With sore boobs.  What gives?  I  know that I said I would call for Clomid if the test was negative, but I really don't like the doctor that I found up here and I'm too lazy to look for another.  So, avoidance it is.
• I interviewed for a summer teaching position in the district where I currently work.  I totally feel like I bombed the interview.
• That being said, I am not so sure that the position is really for me.  For reasons that shall remain private.
• I'm not even sure that teaching is for me anymore.  This group has really defeated me.  Twenty-three students and only half that want to learn and show me respect.  HALF.  When the parents don't value education and teachers, the students won't either.  
• My daughter is too adorable.  No, really.  Look.
  

• I am so torn about summer care for Kinley.  If I don't get the summer job, (I will take it if they offer it to me, but I'm pretty sure they won't), then I need to find something for Kage for two days a week.  I need a couple of days for interviewing (hopefully) and job hunting.  Her school now, is $158 for two days.  OUCH.  She *loves* her school.  She loves her teacher.  I hate to take her out when she's learning so much from them.  I'm so confused.  Our budget coach says to save money over the summer and do an in-home sitter for the two days.  That would cost $80.  Huge savings....but my thought is that you can't put a price on your child's happiness, education and trust.
• There are only 23 school days remaining.  Will I survive?
• Speaking of our budget coach....that is going so amazingly well.  So, amazingly well.  We are kicking butt and taking names.  We learned how to budget, how to save and how to spend.  It makes me happy.  And calm (er).
• We attempted to establish a more consistent schedule for our family.  I'm learning that it's impossible. Richie is working so many hours, and six days a week.  We are living like crazy people....busy and always on the go.  Our thoughts were a strict 7:00 bath, 7:30 teeth, 7:45 story, 8:00 bed, 9:00 us in bed to watch Mad Men and asleep by 10:00.  Lately....we're lucky to be finishing dinner by 8:00.  It's been really hard.  We are all over worked and over tired.  23 more days.  23 more days.
• Kinley continues to say, "I don't like-a my home" when we pull into the apartment complex.  Every time.  Never fails.  And she points out houses that she likes and wants to be "Kinley's house and mommy's house and daddy's house."  Talk about ripping your heart out.  We thought we'd get away with cheap (ha!) apartment living for at least three years.  She's already aware of the differences of a home (house) vs. apt.  And that sucks.  It drives us that much more to get in line to buy her a home to be proud of....and to like-a.
• I applied to over 20 districts for fall employment.  So far, zero calls.  Stressed?  Yes.  If I don't find a job, it will be time to explore new opportunities.  Is it bad that it excites me slightly to imagine another field?  Maybe it's the "difficult class" that I have this year.
• I'm off schedule and sitting at my computer 16 minutes AFTER my scheduled sleep time.  Shame on me.
• I look forward to summer blogging.  I miss my daily blurbs.