Almost Slipped One Past Me

It is my "weekend" from job #2 (which it will be affectionately called from now on).  It looks like my main days off will be on Wednesdays and Thursdays.  And in the busyness of everything, I almost forgot what today was...and then I got to job #1 and turned on my computer and there it was, June 15th, staring me down.  There are few days I will remember this clearly, and June 15, 2010 happens to be one of them.  For fear of setting myself off into a downward spiral, I will leave it at that.

Job #2 is going okay.  It is easy, mindless work, which is pretty much what I wanted.  Plus from the moment I get there until I clock out I am walking constantly.  So, I'm basically being paid to exercise.  I guess the management is sticking to the "treat everyone as equals" policy, because they treat everyone like good for nothing idiots.  For example, I finally picked up my first check last night.  I'm making my deposit slip this morning and notice they have my address wrong.  They changed my street name to Cherry instead of Chenery.  Yea, I do know what street I live on and I do know how to spell.  Please quit trying to correct my "mistakes" for me.  But that is a bonus too!  I'm learning to appreciate my education much more than I did before.  So if you are reading this, thanks Mom & Dad!!!  Other than that, I'm tired, obviously, working 7am to 10pm will take a toll on you.  My feet and back hurt by the end of the night, but I usually recuperate mostly by morning.  Oh, and I feel differently about clothes now too.  I will never wear anything again without washing it first, the end.  You can use your imagination to fill in the why part.

With both of us working crazy schedules, there have been some interesting days in the Martin "hotel-hold," I would say household, but that doesn't fit right now.  We do most of our communicating on the days we are both pulling double duty over the phone.  That is when we update each other on the status of the house and things like the stupid state messing up my health insurance.  Last Wednesday, I talked to Gus for literally 30 seconds that day.  I said good-bye to him when I left in the morning, he was still in bed.  When I got home from job #2, he was on his way out because the fire alarm was going off at his Springfield store.  And that was all I saw of him.  Those are the days that I doubt our decisions.  I know we have good intentions, but are we stretching ourselves too thin?  And then I remind myself about "eraser day."  That is what I think about when life gets too overwhelming again.  For me, "eraser day" is the day our baby gets placed in our arms and we never have to let go of him or her.  The day all of my current doubts and fears are replaced by new doubts and fears, but much better doubts and fears.  When the cause of my tiredness is a crying baby, instead of the load of 2 jobs.  And that baby's cry will sound a whole lot nicer than any of the sounds I hear at job #2.  I think we are some of the few "expectant" parents who can honestly say they look forward to a crying baby keeping them up at night.  (Perhaps I shouldn't speak for Gus, but I look forward to it!)

We are moving right along on our adoption paperwork.  We have already sent back a huge stack of papers, and are left with only a little stack to finish.  We have been fingerprinted and are scheduled for physicals, TB tests and drug tests.  We are both working on book 1 of our required reading list and I'm on the lookout for CPR classes.  I know some day we will look back at all of the sacrifices and hard work we are putting in now and be more than thankful!