CALM BEFORE THE STORM

Lately, I haven't felt like writing.  My oldest daughter dropped our extremely expensive camera and, yes, it's broken.  We have a camcorder that takes still shots but it takes longer to use and it does not rouse the energy in me to take photos.  Photos give me ambition to write.  Until we fix the broken camera or buy a new one my blogging days may be on hold.  I really hope not because soon a lot of changes will happen that I would like to have written down.  Some of those possible changes are:

This month, we have to pick the school where our oldest child will begin kindergarten.  The odd thing is, there are too many schools to choose from.  They are all different too.  Charter schools, performing arts schools, home schooling, public or private schools are some of our options.  Some schools are the traditional calender and some are year-round.  I just found out the school down the street has kindergarten class's that begin on July 5th.  Good thing I didn't book tickets to fly home to Michigan in July.

I have a good chance at changing shifts at work.  Currently, I work 3-11:30PM, 28 hours a week.  I love the hours and the amount but when my daughter starts kindergarten I would like to work when she is at school.  Positions are seniority based so I have to wait till someone retires or dies before I can obtain a day shift.  Rumor has it that a few people plan on retiring soon.  However, some of my co-workers are 70.  I guess one of them dying is entirely possible as a way to get my desired day shift.  That would be weird.

We are almost positive we want another child.  I ask hubby almost every day if he stills want another child.  This is to be sure we didn't make this huge decision when we were buzzed on wine or blissfully soaking in the tub with the kids asleep after an exceptionally easy day. "Our girls were so cute today. Another one would be fun!" Yeah, right. When all hell breaks loose, such as, youngest daughter falls down the stairs and screams bloody murder and oldest daughter is tugging on my shirt begging for a lollypop, I ask myself if I could handle a third crisis at the same time.  I think so.  Then I think about a new mommy I met this week.  She just joined the MOMs club I'm in.  She has 4 boys.  All the boys are age 3 and under.  Yes, 2 are 5 month old twins.  I witnessed both twins scream bloody murder at the same time.  Which one do you pick up first?  So I think, if she can handle four boys alone AND have the energy to get out to have some socialization I can handle one more.  Yes, I want a boy this time.  Now we just have to figure out how to make the baby be a boy.  We have less than 2 weeks.