Morning Coffee

It felt fantastic to get a good night's sleep. Thanks to all who prayed I would. I did!!

I managed to clean up the dishes, but Grandma to Many made a good point that they can wait; dishes are always going to be there and getting a good night's rest if far better than not! I only managed, because my hubs was still up and chatting me . . . it made doing it easy.

It's supposed to be chilly here through the weekend (it's only Wednesday, weather people, please disappoint me full on why don't you!!). I try to keep it in perspective, as after all, you all know I'll be complaining it's too hot before the middle of June (yeah, the move to live in Hawaii is just so dern bloody awful!!). Thick sarcasm is not good before coffee.

I have a back up daycare job at noon today for a couple of hours. It will be in a newly built home on post - we live in the second newest of the new homes here - they all look alike, really, but it's fun to see how people interior decorate or as in my case throw our shit in and hope it fits. HA!

This is why we are buying new furniture from IKEA: it is functional, affordable, versatile, and will fit nicely with the tropical surroundings. We've chosen the tan sofa, chair, and ottoman. I didn't want tan - I wanted RED, but crapola, why is the red so much more expensive???? Geesh! I could buy the red covers for a change up, but listen, that's just vanity then and the economy isn't so great is it? The economy is fine if you're in a stable job, I suppose, but that doesn't mean to go bonkers shopping and be irresponsible. Rather than buy the extra covers in red, maybe I'll forgo buying extra covers at all? Anyway, we'll get tables and bookcases as well. We plan on painting the walls in the living room (painting our walls will be a first for us, but I've wanted to forever) a light blue. Curtains will come, but I am thinking we'll just do the flowing fabric over a rod thing - so when the windows are open (all the time?) they'll rustle and blow about really cool like. There I go being all stupidly romantic again.

The kids will go to public school - definitely our eldest will . . . we've think since he's missed the cut-off for registration, his chances are slim to get in to the Catholic school we're looking at. Plus, with a $9K tuition per year - ummmmmm, not happening the first year we're there. I have to get a job first! The younger two, however, my hubs seems to think they can go to the Catholic junior high school no problem. He said last night, I could get a job there in the school and the kids could go for free - I could use my paycheck from there. How romantic, yeah? Here's what I think (and I told him as much): I don't want to work a bloody 9-5 job in any school. I am going to certify and be an in-home daycare provider. It's easy, I love kids, I can do the work when I feel bad (monthly visitor anyone?), and the money is fantastic. I plan on doing before and after school care - so the middle of my day is for me (grocery shopping, cleaning the house etc., down time reading/crafting etc.). I can stay sane knowing that I can't get fired so-to-speak and there are no catty women to work with. I can't tell you how much I loathe working with women. Sorry, but usually I end up in an office with gels who don't want my job but they don't want me there either. Well, sorry if my work ethics (which are high standard) make you look like a lazy cow! I've long gotten over the fact that I work my butt off and many other's do not - I don't even care to gossip, which is another thing in offices I can't tolerate. Plus, after years not being in the workforce, I don't want to wear clothes I have to pay gazillions for and to pay gazillions for to keep clean. This does not mean I hang out in sweats (I don't own any - I borrow my hubs when I work out) or my pj's. I'm always presentable after 9am. *wink* Of course, before school care means I'll be up at 5am, showered, dressed, prayed and coffeed long before my charges arrive. I am responsible and take these things seriously.

So, after the first year of daycare, I think we'll be in a financial situation that can accommodate all three being in Catholic school. However, my eldest may protest moving school's if he's doing well in all aspects. In which case, hubs and I agree that he can stay put. I personally love the idea I'm not forking out that much dosh for his education. Particularly if he's an average student because he chooses to be average. If he were motivated to get the A's he's so capable of, I'd fork over the dosh. But he's not. And, I know he'll be fine academically because we care.

I digress. (Don't I always? These post are constantly without a point. Maybe.) I need more java, and get tackling the white wash. Oh! yesterday at Bed Bath and Beyond (I can't stand the name of that store, but I like the store) I bought cotton napkins (thanks to SCMOM for the suggestion). I got a pack of 12 white and a pack of 12 multi-coloured napkins. I'm always running a wash of towels etc., so at 82 cents each napkin, I'm going to save not buying paper napkins. I may as well get something I can reuse, is softer on the face, and it's my wee help to the environment. I also noticed my teaspoons (about four of them) have gone off somewhere. I know what happened to one of them: I ground it up really nicely in the disposal the other day, which forced me to do a spoon count: oy vey! We use spoons around here and to have one gone from the twelve is not so good - but three others have gone somewhere over the years. Yes, I noticed because I neurotically counted them as I put them away for the first two years after buying them. Four gone. I bought a set of flatware yesterday that came with an extra 12 teaspoons and an extra set of 12 forks. My hubs thinks I'm strange and had a good chuckle over the black marker notice I put on the box: Sarah bought these on 2/17/09 and took out twelve of the extra teaspoons. Well, look. We're moving and at pack out things get shifted and repacked and all sorts of strange things happen. When I get to HI and unpack, I don't want to scare myself or outlandishly blame anyone for "stealing" my spoons. I've misplaced Longaberger baskets and Boyd's Bears before . . . for a whole year I insisted they were missing and someone must have taken them when they helped us move across post. Well, I was rummaging in the garage and lifted the lid on a big plastic container - there it all was! I swore I'd never blame anyone again . . . and I learned something: after all it's just stuff. Stuff does not matter that much to lose one's mind over and to blame the innocent. I see God in that lesson like I see white on rice: clearly. I needed that kick in the trousers.

So, how is everyone else doing today?