Yup - my good intentions to resume regular blogging went to the dogs. But we're still trucking along. We're moderately settled into our new home - I won't lie - there are still boxes tucked discretely into a few corners and the "finished" basement is not looking quite so finished. We've gone beyond a mere junk drawer (there was always that one drawer in our kitchen growing up) to a junk room. And I thought I had cleared out so much of our crap.
One big change since I last posted - I left my last job and have found a new position. I opted for a position that involves significanly less stress, slightly more $ and better benefits but a loooooonger commute. It seems to be working so far. Though today I'm feeling blue because I just don't get as much time at home with the kiddos during their awake hours than I would like.
I think the reason I'm feeling a little blue is that when I dropped N and C off at daycare, our provider asked if I'd seen this funny new thing N likes to do. I told her I hadn't but that I'd ask J. She then told me about a new "trick" of theirs (spitting) and we discussed where they might have picked this up. I have never seen them spit in the manner she described so I told her I'd ask J about it. Having to say that twice in one morning kind of sucked.
It's hard to feel like you're making the best choices because it just seems like none of the options are perfect. There's always a tradeoff with combining work and family and all I can hope is that I'm making the best decisions for everyone involved. I like working, I like my job. Working also isn't exactly optional for me. I don't feel guilty about working. I just miss my kids and seeing all the fun things they get into in a day.