Things leftover from being pregnant:

One sensitive gag reflex thanks to Jake.

I never really had a problem with horrible smells causing me to hurl until Jake. I could clean all kinds of messes without issue. Pets are great for this when they get sick. Diarrhea all over the downstairs? Not a problem. Vomit all over the bedroom from a vaccine reaction? Not a problem.

Jake hoarking all over his bedroom with chunks? I almost lost my coffee when shaking out his sheet outside. A bit of gunk landed on the deck and my shoe. It was everything I could do in keeping the contents of my stomach (lots of coffee) down as I ran into the house. Same thing happens in cleaning out the washing machine or dryer if I haven't gotten the big chunks off the various bits being cleaned. Side note: I went to switch out the loads and stepped on a chunk. I could have sworn all bits were accounted for. Eck.

I completely understand having a sensitive gag reflex while pregnant. I can't tell you how many times I stopped on the side of the street so I could hoark, whether from walking Hildy or getting car sick. The joys of morning sickness. I expected this sensitivity. I didn't expect for it's continuation afterwards.

My only wish this morning is for Jake to keep the contents of his stomach down.

Lazy is my middle name.

There are so many things I could, or should, be doing at the moment instead of sitting on my arse.

I should be cleaning the house for Dad's visit but I'm not.

I could be taking a nap.

I should be browsing the government job sites for a job.

I should be looking for more houses.

I know there's more I could put on my list if I actually took a moment for collecting my thoughts. The randomness is much more appropriate for my life. Why should I stop my thought process being all over the place when it happens when I talk?

The house will be cleaned, for the most part, by the time Dad arrives tomorrow night. Today is the day for relaxing until chaos hits around 4. All things will get done eventually.

Things we do for a move.

I've started the process of slogging through Jake's toys and clothes. There's a box ready in the spare room for the consignment shop. Whatever she doesn't take will be donated at work or Goodwill. Most of his clothes are being donated since they're a tad grungy for selling. I'm not complaining since he's the third person in wearing the clothes.

I'll do another go around in my clothes for donation purposes. In the process of having kids and losing weight, most of my old stuff has been chucked. I held onto my skinny clothes for years before giving them up. I realized I wouldn't wear them again if I got myself back down in those sizes. Jason really needs a massive overhaul with his shite.

I'm all about consigning or donating. Someone mentioned she didn't consign because she wouldn't get as much money. I think it's worth the cost when I won't be wasting my time hauling out our crap, haggling with buyers and trashing/donating what doesn't get sold. Why not have someone else do all of this for us?

We are Property Virgins

I'd love for Sandra's help in finding us a house in the D.C. metro area. I wouldn't love being on a show as being the only way in getting her help. What I appreciate is showing only 3 homes for the virgins perusal. No looking at 20 houses. No endless searches online for what neighborhoods fit your needs. She, or her peons, do all of this for you. I would like to be on 'Property Virgins' without the filming.

Jason and I will be driving out in April for the house hunt. Depending upon who we talk with, things have been all over the place in where we should live, commutes, etc.. We both know Jason will have a commute of some type. It's a matter of how long based on where we end up buying. Hopefully he won't have a horrendous commute based upon the time of day he'll head out.

It'd be great if we could find a house within the beltway which fits all of our needs and budget. At the moment it won't happen with my being out of a job. The chances of my finding one between now and April is slim. So we make due.

Ask me how I am in a month and things might be drastically different.

A phone call we never expected.

Last week Colin's teacher, Mrs. Kelly, called saying she needed to talk about Colin. The fear of dread hit my stomach wondering exactly what he did since we've never gotten a phone call about him. Jason had the same response/look when I told him Mrs. Kelly called to talk about Colin.

Mrs. Kelly wondered if I still wanted to do his parent-teacher conference since it wasn't necessary for him. She further qualified this question by stating he's working well above his age and that I know she thinks he's a phenomenal student. His only issue is sitting still, something she feels doesn't require a conference. We decided to go ahead with the conference since Jason hadn't met her yet. Only I realized this morning the conference is tomorrow when Jason is in class.

I really never expected a phone call saying the parent-teacher conference isn't necessary.

Apparently I suck

and I'm also negative in regards to my job. Well at least with one of the parents at the gym. I don't think she realizes how much our personalities are alike which is probably why she's judged me based on a snapshot view out of a day.

All this boils down to two comments I made taken out of context, especially the one where I continued in talking with her son about how I'm not ticklish. I have regularly told this parent how much her kid cracks me up and he rocks. Those comments have rendered nary a blip on her radar. Nope, instead I'm negative and suck.

I can't wait until the next time she comes into the gym with her kid only because I am aware of her comments about me. She'd mentioned to my supervisor I could come out and talk to her about all of this. Not going to happen since the chances of my being at the gym at the same time as her means I'm working. I won't have a discussion with a parent about her perception of me. My job is temporary and part-time. I'm not interested in getting one parent's ideas changed since she's thrown down a line in which I have become damned no matter my interaction with her or her kids.

Will work for childcare.

Okay, so that's what I'm doing at the moment. In the near future I'm hoping things will change. Or maybe I can bribe someone for things to change. I'm not above bribery.

This summer we're heading to D.C.. While I've been checking out the jobs on CPOL, Monster and usajobs.com, I can't really go all gungho with the job search until we're closer in leaving Kansas. Spousal preference can't be used until we're 30 days out. That's a card I want to hold onto dearly, one I probably won't lose until hitting up Ft. Myer's employment office. I know there's an official name of which I've drawn a huge blank on.

I'm excited in knowing my foot will get back into the door with employment. Of the searches completed, there isn't a lack of jobs in the D.C. area. My problem is not having the secret squirrel clearance type of thing. I say everyone should retire already and let the newbies get a stranglehold in the government system.

At this point I have several people checking out my resume, giving me pointers and laughing their arses off. I also need to update Resumix with their ideas and hope something will bite in the NoVA area.