Kent is leaving us for a week to go to training for work. I am really grateful he has a job... especially after his office was hit with massive layoffs on Monday. He said that some of the people that lost their jobs came as big surprises, and others weren't such a surprise. But is has definitely made for a stressful week. His boss announced that after these layoffs there will be another round in May, and that everyone who stays will be taking a significant pay cut. I hope that Kent isn't among those who lose their jobs, but I am not looking forward to a pay cut either. He's very well trained, and he got this job because a headhunter called him. I still don't like the trips, though. And although I'm not a fan of all the training I am grateful that he has it because it makes him that much more valuable to his company... or to other companies should the need arise. (It's the same systems that they use on 24- high tech geek speak.) He personally scheduled training for the week of spring break, so now the trip we had planned is either not going to happen or I'll have to do it myself. On the one hand we had promised the kids that we'd go on a trip because we took away the Fall Break trip. It would be a lot of fun, it would probably help me alleviate some stress, and I know the kids would love it. On the other hand, do we want to do a family trip without the entire family? Do I want to be the one to drive us everywhere? Would I/we feel guilty if we left Kent behind while he did his training? We wouldn't see much of him anyway because training days are long days. I guess I'll have to think about it and pray about it, then think some more to see what to do.
While Kent is gone next week I have scouts for Justin and Trevor, plus my den will have a meeting too. I may or may not be able to attend the PTO meeting at school. I'm supposed to go to an enrichment meeting, but it's the same day as my next SI joint injection, so I'm not sure if I'll feel up to going. (Another thing I'll have to consider for the trip too.) We have 3 doctor's appointments scheduled for next week, plus 2 eye exams. And these are just the things that we have to do. There are several other things that we'll need to do so it's going to be busy as usual!
I have a confession to make. I love giving service to my friends, neighbors and family. It makes me feel so peaceful when I am able to help someone, even if it's just something special. HOWEVER, I have the hardest time accepting and asking for help for myself. If you need help I'm your gal. If I can help I will. If I can't I will try to help out the next time.
For instance, my mother-in-law, Julie, is helping me when I get my injection next week because Kent will be out of town. I know that I'll need help that day. But we can't bring Drew to the hospital with us because there is no way he'll last the 2+ hours without driving everyone in the waiting room crazy. And because of the time I have to check in we have to leave the house by 7:40. SO I had to call a friend to watch Natalie for a few minutes then take her to school, and see if she could watch also Drew while we're gone.
I have some friends that I feel like I ask for help all the time. These are my close friends that I've known for years. But I feel guilty for calling friends to ask them to watch my kids for me. I try not to do it unless I have no alternative, but I don't want them to resent me or my kids because I ask for help. Mind you, I wouldn't feel that way if I was helping them out, but I feel like they might feel that way about me.
I sucked up my pride and asked a friend to help out, and she was totally willing to do it. (But I still feel guilty for asking.) I know that Drew will have fun because he'll be playing with a friend. He would not enjoy sitting in the waiting room with CNN on, no kids magazines or toys, and where he would have to keep the noise level down. So this will be a good thing for him. And I will get over my guilt. And my MIL is staying the day so I can sleep off the medicine they'll use to sedate me, and she's making dinner before she leaves. (Including her homemade rolls. To. Die. For. Y-U-M-M-Y!) I bought her a 2 liter of Dr. Pepper, and will make a yummy treat for while she's here.
BTW, did I mention I hate shots? I do. Not fun at all, unless you like the feeling that someone is sticking a long nail into your hip. It's not my favorite feeling, but if it works it will be worth it. If it doesn't work... well, at least I tried. Hopefully it doesn't make it worse. It shouldn't.
Anyway, I have been learning to crochet. Our enrichment leader, Julie Daniels, and her mom are our teachers. We had a blast last time. I actually made a hot pad, and I'm making a wash rag now. I don't know that I will ever use them because they're pretty, and I did light colors... I know, I know, but I didn't know that's what we were making so I just bought pretty yarn. Tomorrow night is our next class. We're going to learn to crochet borders (look like lace) for baby blankets. I got enough fabric to make 5 blankets. Wouldn't it be awesome to learn this craft and to be able to get good enough that you could make gifts for people? I am totally excited to learn.
All righty. I've got to work some more on my, I mean Justin's, social studies homework. He got it yesterday, but didn't do much until tonight. His study habits have taken a nosedive recently, so it has meant many late nights for me helping him to finish his work. We've talked about it extensively, and instituted punishments, but nothing seems to work right now. The tween stage is killing me! Over and out!