Free at last

My last day at pier 1 was the longest day EVER. I didn't sleep at all the night before because I came home from work with a sniffle that turned into a full blown head cold. So all I wanted to do was lay down and nap. And I couldn't for 8 hours. Ugh. But I did get a little work done while I was there, and I ran through the front doors like you do when school's out. I threw my (invisible) hat up in the air like Mary Tyler Moore, and shouted "Free at last!" It was a good time. :)
So right now, I am feeling pretty good about not working at Pier 1 anymore. I am feeling relaxed, stress free, and comfortable with my decision. I am glad that I don't have to work with customers anymore - not all of them are bad, just 90% of them are picky, annoying, mean, needy, and think they know everything. There are a few that I love to work with and enjoy, and I'll miss them - but it is kindof cool knowing that they have a place setting on their table that I worked on, or a flower arrangement that I did, or a gigantic Christmas tree that cost $1500 in their home that I put together. I won't miss having a schedule tht changes weekly and I makes it so I can't make a routine of any sort. I won't miss working until 10 in the evening. I don't know a lot of the people that I worked with now - there are only a couple that I know well at all, so it isn't like I'm going to miss the people I work with. I'll keep in touch with those that I worked with for a while. I will miss creating awesome displays and having anything in the store at my disposal to work with. I won't miss moving furniture. I will miss my discount. Oh well, I guess if I don't have it, I won't buy stuff that I don't need or bought only because it was so cheap. I'll miss the extra income. It was a good run while it lasted.
Now, I am a stay at home mom. I may one day regret quitting, but for now....I feel pretty good. I'm going to go back to school, clean up my studio, start going to the Y since I've had a membership for over a year and haven't gone at all....seriously, not once for myself, and maybe cook dinner more often than I do. :)

PS - beach updates will come once I get my pics on the computer

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So I have been feeling cruddy lately. Not cruddy-sick, but just cruddy everything else. I have no energy to do anything which means my house is a wreck. Thank goodness Mike has been doing dishes lately (I think he feels bad because we aren't re-doing my kitchen this summer and thus aren't getting a dishwasher and he knows I loathe doing the dishes and was really looking forward to just loading and pressing a button and the dishes being done). I only vaccum because I know that E's physical therapist is coming over and will be eye level with my dog-hairy couch and sitting on the floor.
Work has been predicatably the same and exhausting. My manager is pregnant and can't move anything - and unfortunatly she is the only other person in the store who has any sense of how to make visual improvements in the store besides me. Everyone else just stuffs things places without thinking about it. It is an art - and I am very good at it. Which is why when I go into work I am working hard for 8 hours sometimes without a break. I move furniture and pedestal fixtures all day, every shift. It is mundain and exhausting. (but the store looks stellar) So when I come home, I just want to sit and not move or do anything. Which is impossible because I have a toddler. I'm not going to lie. I've put on The Wiggles video to babysit while I stare into oblivian and rest.
At least I am getting a good workout while I work. Because I NEED IT!!!! I am fighting a 150lb mark on the scale. Some people would love to weigh 150lbs, sure. But they aren't 5'4'' either. They don't carry all of their weight around their hips or look like an oompa-loompa. I got on the scale (and chose to believe the lower number) and weighed 146.5 this morning. That's better. Not great. But better. I've had to buy new shorts because if I can't fit into my shorts from before, I have a muffin top and cellulite half way down my thighs saying hello to everyone I jiggle past.
So I feel fat. I am exhausted. I feel lazy. I have a 10 year high school reunion this summer...I feel old. I so desperatley wanted to be skinny and pretty at this thing, but it might not happen. Not that I care that much, but I was so chubby and wierd then, that I want people (and past crushes) to see that I've grown up. We'll see.
Well, I could go on, but my little girl has awoken. She's hollering for Dada (which she's done a lot lately- she's daddy's girl right now), but he's getting ready for church.
Have a great day!