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I know, I know

I haven’t written.  I’ve been licking my wounds in an attempt to recover from what I thought was my ticket out of this job, a new opportunity, the answer to my prayers. . . the interview went well, I got the job offer, I was excited.  And then the salary.  Are you kidding me?  It was lateral, at best.  What’s my incentive to move?  I countered, they came back with an additional $1k tacked on.  I was soooooooo upset.  I cried and cried.  I toyed with the idea of accepting, just so I could move on to something else, but that night I woke up twice in a panic, sitting bolt upright in bed, thinking What have I done?  So when I really got up in the morning, I knew no one was forcing me to take this position, that as much as I want out and want to move on, I don’t have to take whatever presents itself.  I can choose.

It was with much disappointment that I declined the offer, but not without beating myself up about it first.  Am I not “worth” a decent salary?  Did I somehow come off as a loser in my interview?  What did I do to rate such an offer?  I keep telling myself it’s not me, it’s this economy.  Employers know a lot of people are without jobs and will take whatever they can get to get by.  Heck, I’m in that situation myself.  I’m grateful to have  a job, but this isn’t what I want to be doing a year from now.  Knowing that, employers can offer lower salaries and see who bites.  That’s what I think anyway.  And someone will take that position and be glad to have it.  I’m happy for that person.  Now if I could just get my own little ray of sunshine in the job search. 🙂

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I Always Feel Like Somebody’s Watching Me

I’ve figured out why I’m not getting as much sleep as I should.  My “eureka!” moment came the other morning when I woke to see a man standing near my bedside.  We were practically face to face and he was staring with a fixed expression, his hand reaching out to me.  Of course I was surpised, and you may be wondering if I screamed or called for help or how I managed to get this man out of my bedroom or house.  He’s still there actually, but don’t be alarmed . . .

Apparently my son thought my Eiffel Tower lamp needed a tourist.

My kiddo and his little jokes.  Love his sense of humor.  I recently bought a cast iron gnome for our flowerbeds, but I’ve yet to put him outside so he’s standing in our living room.  The other day I noticed his ears look a bit different than when I brought him home.

Not sure how the kiddo came up with that one, putting erasers on the gnome’s ears, but now our gome looks a little more elfish with those ear extensions.  What will my little practical joker come up with next?


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My love/hate relationship with sleep continues

I have to be honest, I didn’t jump out of bed at the first alarm this morning.  I hit snooze once.  Okay, twice.  It would’ve been three times, but I turned off the alarm instead.  The bad thing is, I had set my alarm for 15 minutes later than normal since I was planning to get up and not have my “snooze sleeps.”  So, hitting snooze when it was already 15 minutes later than my first alarm might not have been the best idea.  I still made it to work on time though.  My son was at his dad’s for his one-night-a-week over there, so I was able to drive straight to work since I didn’t have to drop him off at school. 

I had to attend a meeting right around noon, and it took all my effort to stay awake.  Not good considering there were only 3 of us in this meeting!

You would think on nights when my son is at his dad’s that I would be able to get everything wrapped up earlier and get myself to bed at a decent time.  But lately it’s been the case that I’m up even later.  I think it’s because I have more time, so I take on more to-dos. 

I don’t think this is an organizational problem.  I think I’m more organized than most.  So how do other people conquer (or at least manage) the daily minutia of life without feeling like it’s taking over their lives???  I’m reminded of Henry David Thoreau:  “Our life is frittered away by detail.  Simplify.  Simplify.”

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A love/hate relationship with sleep

That’s what I’m having lately.  I love to get my sleep, but I hate to think of what I might be missing or could be doing or should be doing.  I’ve never been one to have difficulty sleeping, and I know my limits.  I need 7-8 hours a night or I’m dragging.  I’m not one of those people who functions well on 5-6 hours, nor am I one to pretend I do. 

I just haven’t had enough hours in the day lately.  So much to do, so little time.  Such is the life of many, but maybe especially for single moms.  Or maybe that’s just the view from my front porch. 🙂  At this moment I could be asleep in less than five minutes, and I thought about blowing off tonight’s post.  But at the same time, I’m working on making my writing a habit, so for tonight sleep must wait.

I can stay awake and function quite well, at least for a little while longer, but in the morning I won’t want to get up.  I’ve never been much of a morning person.  I hit the snooze button more times than I care to admit, and I know that does no good.  Not getting any quality sleep between those snooze alarms.  So tomorrow morning my goal is to get up at the first alarm.  Or second at most.  Sweet dreams.


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