Clover Lane

Patrick's godparents, my brother Andy and sister-in-law, Rosemarie, stayed with us for the weekend, visiting from Ireland.

We had so much fun.

Every time they come I get the case of "I want to live a simpler life and runaway to another country" blues.

You can read about them here and see what they do here.

Jobs I've had: (in no particular order):

1. Pie Baker (oh, the burns I endured!)
2. Strawberry U-Pick Worker
3. Donut Counter Girl (the picky people! i could hardly stand it!)
4. Cashier at Kroger's and Value City (only for a short time...awful!)
5. Babysitter (tons)
6. Nanny (full-time, part-time and live-in...and I have lots of stories to show for it!)
7. Hostess at TGIFridays (yuck big-time!)
8. Candy Counter Girl (FUN...and I met Jeff!)
9. Dishwasher in cafeteria (met some scary, weird people)
10. Busser at diner
11. Merchandiser for Nestle
12. Gap worker
13. Victoria's Secret factory worker (misery!)
14. Icecream scooper (FUN)
15. Candy striper at nursing home (awful and sad)
16. Beer/hotdog girl at golf course (too much fun!)
17. Spyer (that's what I called it...it was to see if people are doing their job right.)
18. Secretary at insurance company (SOOOO boring!)
19. Day care worker (eye-opening and heart-breaking)
20. Summer camp counselor (FUN)
21. Owner of faux-painting business (FUN, but lots of stress)
22. Regional manager for water testing company (first "real" job after college)

Almost all but 2 or 3 before I was 24 years old!

They all taught me something....even if it was just, "I will NEVER, EVER do THIS again."

The ones I'm most grateful for are the nanny/day-care worker jobs and the nursing home job. Those taught me a lot about the importance of taking care of your own...babies, kids, parents. They were really, really hard for lots of different reasons...but I wonder if I would have the knowledge I have now, without knowing firsthand....that's what I'm grateful for.
I see quite a pattern of working around sugar. Donuts, pies, ice cream, candy....hmmmm.

If I find shoes around the house, they are bound to be Isaac's.

If I find notebooks around the house, they are bound to be Abbey's.

If I find nature around the house, it is bound to be Matthew's.

If I find socks around the house, they are bound to be Andrew's.

If I find spit-up around the house, it is bound to be Patrick's.

If I find anything half chewed around the house, it is bound to be Sammy's.

If I find old, useless newspapers around the house, they are bound to be Jeff's.

I have tried to put my thumb on what it is that makes me miss those times when my kids were all young so much. It was the "control" factor...the ability to keep the outside world OUT and my own family in a sweet little cocoon. Things were so much less complicated. My children were MINE and no one else's...I need not share them with school, friends, sports, etc... I had complete control over where they went, what they ate, when they went to bed. I miss those times so much, but remind myself often that at the age my older children are, my role as a parent has changed, and not so much in that "fun" way, but the really important way. Teaching them to make their OWN decisions about life, letting go of the control...that's the hard part but really the most essential obligation I have to these kids. I have entered into the "down and dirty" part of parenting. And at the same time, trying to savor the "sweet" part with the little ones. Is that maybe why I feel constantly weary in my brain and body?