Baby Detergent IS All It's Cracked Up To Be...

So I found out the hard way how important it is to wash Zoe's clothes in the special baby detergent. She woke up one morning and had a terrible rash on her face and chest. At first, I was afraid that she had come down with strep, since I had gotten it when she was four weeks old. But then I remembered that I had accidentally washed her clothes in the wrong detergent. I ended up having to take all her clothes and re-wash everything. The poor baby looked horrible! Luckily, she has been fine since I started paying more attention to what type of laundry load I am doing.

My Swiffer Hates Me

I have come to realize that cleaning the house can no longer be done in one attempt. The only way I can get my house clean is to do a little bit at a time. This makes it hard when we have to keep it clean for showings. One day, I was attempting to clean the kitchen during Zoe's 20 minute catnap. All I had left was swiffering the floor. I got about halfway through and Zoe started screaming. I tried holding her while I swiffered. I found that holding a screaming baby and swiffering is harder than it sounds. I lost my grip on the swiffer and dropped it. It fell hard. When I picked it up to try to use it again it was broken. Go figure. I finally got it working again, but it decided to only work when it wanted to. It will work for awhile, and then stop working again. Apparently my swiffer was in protest to my using it. Now, I have a reason not to clean. =)

Holy Spider Batman!

Well, apparently I needed Batman on the day I found a ginormous spider in our basement. We had a pile of junk that we were planning on getting rid of in the corner of our basement. I am planning on having a garage sale, so I was trying to get things ready. I was going through some stuff when I happened to look up. There, resting on Brody's folded up Thomas tent was the biggest spider I have EVER seen! I jumped back and thought, great, this isn't a spider I can just pretend I didn't see. I knew that I had to kill it because it was over by Brody's toys. I started looking for something that I could hit it with. I finally settled on an old winter boot.

So there I was standing in my basement, iphone and winter boot in hand. I had to take a picture of this thing. It took me about five minutes to get up the courage to smack it. As I was standing there, boot in hand, I realized that I was really sucking at this whole stay at home mom thing if I couldn't kill a spider. Luckily, Brody was at daycare that day, but I knew that I had to kill it soon because Zoe could wake up at any minute.

I finally got up enough courage to hit it. I smacked at it, and of course, missed. It fell down between the wall and a box. So, I slowly pulled the box away from the wall...no spider. Then I slowly started turning the box toward me looking for the spider that I knew had to be on the box. As I turned it, I finally located it, sitting on the side of the box. Again, I freaked out and couldn't smack it at first. When I finally did, I missed AGAIN!! This time, the spider jumped off the box and started running toward the wall. I finally had it on flat ground, so I just started smacking the crap out of it. I finally killed it! It was then that I realized I was shaking. I grabbed a paper towel and scooped it up. I set it on our trash can in the garage so that my hubby could see it if he wanted. We tried to Google what type of spider we thought it was, but could never figure it out. All I have to say is that I have never seen a furry spider that big (larger than a half dollar coin), and hope I never have to see or kill one again!

The Accidental Housewife

This blog post is aptly named. I have all of a sudden found myself as a housewife/stay at home mom and have wondered "how did this happen?". I am thrilled that I get to spend time with Brody and Zoe. Brody will be starting preschool this fall, and so I get to be one of those moms that drops off and picks up her kid each day. So excited! I am also pumped about not having to "pump" at work anymore. I breastfed my son for an entire year. This was very difficult while working full time as a teacher. Gone are the days of pumping and eating (at the same time) on my lunch break. I literally had 30 minutes from the time I dropped off my class in the lunchroom to the time I had to be back out to the playground to pick them up. During that time, I somehow managed to eat, pump, and even go pee. It was a freaking miracle. I was never able to pump enough for the next day, so each night, I had to tap my frozen milk supply. How stressful this was! I am NOT going to miss those days! I will however, miss the social interaction with adults that I had daily before. I am a homebody though and am content with hanging out most days.

I am starting to find, however, that this whole housewife/stay at home mom thing is a work in progress. It is something that I'm having to figure out, not something that comes as naturally as I'd hoped. I'm sure I'll get into the groove soon. I never thought I'd ever be a stay at home mom, so there is definitely a learning curve for me. In my defense, most new stay at home mom's don't start a grad class the day after their 2nd child is born. There have been many adventures so far that I find myself thinking, "how did I get into this predicament?". I hope you enjoy the ride!

What a difference two years makes...

Wow, I can't believe it has been two years since I have written. A lot has happened in that time! First of all, my son is now 3 years old, and we have added another addition to our family, a daughter on March 6th, 2011. It is amazing to watch how fast Brody and Zoe are growing.

I am currently on maternity leave with little Zoe girl. Brody is still going to daycare a few days a week (since we are still paying full price). I have been enjoying my time at home with Zoe, but really miss Brody when he is at daycare. However, I know that he needs the social interaction of playing with his friends.

I say that I am on maternity leave, but in actuality, I have resigned from my teaching position. My husband has been accepted into a PhD program in Strategic Management at the University of Illinois in Champaign, IL. We will be moving in early August. My position was just filled today (my long term sub actually got my job). A little weird to think that I won't be going back, but I do get to go back and begin the fun task of tearing down my classroom in a few weeks. Not only will I be tearing it down, but I will be packing it away for the last time.

Since we are moving, I will be taking a year off to help my family adjust to the move. We have an eight hour move/drive to our new place. I am excited about this new chapter in our life, but am a little nervous about the move with two kids. I am also very happy that I will get to stay home for awhile. I don't think that I'll go too crazy, but we'll see. My hubby thinks that I will be nuts soon. I am going to enjoy my time off tremendously.

All of this decision making happened about the time that I had my daughter. Throw in a grad class that started the day after I gave birth, and the month of March was a little nuts. The class is now done and I have a week off before my next one starts. I am going to take the year to finish my Master's degree.

I have mixed feelings about being done with my job. I was so burnt out on it, but found myself feeling very nostalgic about it. Recently, there was an episode on HIMYM about this. I told my hubby that I can't believe that I am actually done, and he reminded me that I was in the nostalgic phase. It's almost like a phase of grief. I am so glad to be done with my job, but am nervous about how I will do as a stay at home mom. After I had my son, this is all I wanted to do. I cried for the last week of my maternity leave because I didn't want to go back. Now, I have gotten what I wanted, but it is under much different circumstances. I already feel like a failure. It is amazing if all I get accomplished during the day is grad class homework.

So during the month of March, I found myself giving birth to my second child, making a life-changing decision about my hubby's future career path, resigning from my teaching job of eight years, and becoming a stay at home mom. Holy crap!