So, for the last fourteen months are lives were weighed down by the horrible job that K had. Though well paid (which helped us when we really needed it) it was awful. Awful. It meant he worked EVERY holiday but Christmas, EVERY Saturday and one Sunday a month. He had to be there at 6:00 a.m. on most days-which meant we didn't see each other in the mornings at all and were too tired when we saw each other at night.
Awful. Luckily, even in this economy, he got recruited by a much better, family-friendly company. It pays him less, no stock options. but a whole lotta better lives for us.
From now on, I'm going to stop using real names. I can never decide if my past as a prosecutor made me paranoid. I could never decide who I should check out before they are in arms reach of my children. To make it easier-I've decided to assume that EVERY person within arm's reach is a pre.dator until I verify otherwise. So, the last thing that I want on this blog are their names which, apparently are "unique" if classic. Also known as names of characters out of an eighteenth century novel. I'll remove the names shortly.
Child Two (Primros.e, "Rosie")=Cactus Flower (I'm not so sure about this one?). She vacillates between a delicate flower (she is DEVASTATED from something everyday at least once) and a male WWF wrestler. She loves purses (filled with cars) dresses (that get caught in whatever she is riding or building. I also had to pull her off of Cate-she was on top of her punching her! She also knows about five words-and she says them like Animal from the Muppets.
Child three (Emme.tt)=Abraham. Unlike my other children-he is sooo serious. He doesn't cry-he huffs until he sounds like he is hyperventilating. He also furrows his brows and coos in a very serious way-I'm pretty sure he is advising as to something.
Okay, that's not Abraham. Nor is it Emmett acting like Abraham. It's just a picture that's too damn cute.
Look, I'm blogging again.