Grandpa Mikes Birthaday

We spent Tuesday with Grandpa Mike for his birthday. We went to the movies and watched Bee Movie. Grandpa and I missed the first twenty minutes of the movie because we were getting popcorn for T and her Friends. After we were all settled I leaned over and asked T what was happening in the movie. She said "They are flying around." Because that was what the bees were doing. I told grandpa and we just laughed and laughed. Then T spilled the popcorn all over. Then later T's friend spilled his popcorn all over, you know I don't think I saw much of the movie at all.
Later that day we made cup cakes for Grandpa Mikes party, and we invited my family over for dinner. After dinner we played Scrabble, and T was on my team. Until she got board.

Waiting for the phone to ring

I had a phone interview on Friday, and will hear back one way or another on or before Wednesday. The weekend flew by way too fast, and now I am left with 3 days of wonder when the call will come. The phone rings and my heart races. I think 'this is it' and start planning on the perfect live interview outfit. I wonder when the interview will be, how far away, will I be able to find a babysitter in time if they only give me short notice, what will I say to the dreaded question"why did you leave your last job?" and hundreds of other what if questions in the short time it takes me to race to the phone. After I take a deap breath, clear the phlem from my throught, I look at the coller ID...number unavailable. This must be it. I put on my best speaking voice, and hold in my 'hello' all the hopes and dreams that I have with finding the place for me to call work in that simple greeting. Then all my silly optimistic dreams are dashed in one simpe recorded telecomunicated sales pitch.
When the phone rings again, it starts all over...

A productive morning

I still wake up so early, and go to bed so late, last night was I got a full 4 hours. Maybe when I get a job I will learn how to relax. So far ( by 9:16am) I checked my email, researched the WWW for jobs, updated my resume, did an hour of Yoga, taught T how to make pancakes, did dishes, swept the kitchen, folded laundry, dusted the living room, talked T out of giving the cat a bath, danced in my kitchen with T, got caught singing by my brother in law while I was dancing in the kitchen with T, gave advice on how Dan looked in his karate uniform, and worked on a 1000 piece puzzle. I have planned out the rest of the days activities a little looser than usual. Most days I write out the list like an agenda with breaks and everything. I noticed when T asked me if she could take her 15 minuted break that I was micro managing my life. I must miss being a store manager, and am taking it out on my 8 year old.