Confessions of a Working Mom

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984166760457070802011-11-27T16:47:35.147-08:00Confessions of a Working MomAngeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04581734506368585002noreply@blogger.comBlogger191100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798416676045707080.post-6420613068680508642009-02-24T12:00:00.000-08:002009-03-23T23:52:35.536-07:00One of a Million (or more)

Well, it looks like I have joined the ranks of the millions in the USA that are unemployed. I got the news last Wednesday. I have to say that I was completely surprised when it happened. I have known for a few weeks now that lay-offs were coming, but I was told several times by my supervisor that my position was the only one in my department that was secure. They needed me, he said. I guess they

Angeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04581734506368585002noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798416676045707080.post-45613962834928627162009-02-04T21:36:00.001-08:002009-02-05T13:57:52.672-08:00Miracles

At my church, we recently had a series on miracles. We prayed for spiritual, relationship, physical and financial miracles. There have been many miracles that occurred in the lives of people in our church. Because of this, I've been contemplating why some people receive miracles and others don't. Why does God heal minor maladies of some people, but allow the cancer to continue raging through the

Angeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04581734506368585002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798416676045707080.post-51879793688609437992009-02-04T20:55:00.000-08:002009-02-04T21:35:57.284-08:00Working from home

I've been working from home the last couple of afternoons because my kids are sick and my mother-in-law is sick too and feeling too weak to be looking after them. It's nice to be home more, but it's a challenge to work at home. It's hard because on the one hand I feel like I should be getting more done around the house but on the other hand, I still have the same amount of work that needs to be

Angeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04581734506368585002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798416676045707080.post-9589910336136227122008-08-09T14:38:00.000-07:002008-08-09T14:39:08.368-07:00What the future holds

For those of you who have been keeping up with my blog, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to leave you hanging. Since my last post, things have changed quite a bit for me. I am now actively following the dream that God put in my heart. I’m still writing, I’m just writing different things. Mostly, I’m writing lyrics for songs my husband and I are working on. I’m taking voice lessons and we are now putting

Angeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04581734506368585002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798416676045707080.post-77875560825879652312008-05-12T21:45:00.000-07:002008-08-06T22:39:37.939-07:00Reviving a Dream

I know, I know. I’ve been a bit lax in posting to my blog, lately. I’ve had a lot going on and writing has not been at the forefront of my mind. Work has been crazy. My Little Man has been trying to get a molar for the past few weeks and being VERY disagreeable about it. I’m starting to think someone stole my sweet little boy and replaced him with an obstinate, overly sensitive grump. I’m ready

Angeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04581734506368585002noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798416676045707080.post-47872392840265943862008-04-18T22:05:00.000-07:002008-04-18T22:20:03.634-07:00Confession

I named this blog “Confessions of a Working Mother”, so I suppose there should be some confessions here once in a while. So here goes . . .I don’t think I’m very good at being a working mom.Now I know that women tend to be too hard on themselves, and I’m no exception, but I just think that other working moms seem to handle it better than I do. I just haven’t been able to figure out how to work

Angeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04581734506368585002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798416676045707080.post-82126892110817348542008-04-04T23:15:00.000-07:002008-04-09T13:24:59.793-07:00Unexpected News

Well, it’s official. I’ve had suspicions for the past couple of weeks, but didn’t really know until today that it is true. I almost can’t believe it.So what’s the big news, you ask? No, I’m not pregnant. No, my husband isn’t cheating on me. No, I haven’t been awarded the Nobel Peace Prize for blogging. The news is that as of today, I wear a size 8. Yes, a size 8, as in a single digit on the tag

Angeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04581734506368585002noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798416676045707080.post-45865645158554258452008-03-17T22:58:00.001-07:002008-04-16T22:21:45.550-07:00Yoga

I did my first yoga workout today. I don’t think it went quite the way it was supposed to, though. There wasn’t much peace and serenity involved. The problem could have been the two children who were extremely interested in what I was doing.Anna narrated the whole workout for me.“Those grown ups on the tv are acting like they are sleeping.”“Now they are pretending to wake up.”“Mommy is sleeping.

Angeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04581734506368585002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798416676045707080.post-53444046757915078292008-03-10T22:34:00.000-07:002008-03-10T23:09:14.501-07:00Musings

At church yesterday, the pastor talked about service. He spoke about all service being equal in the eyes of God. Cleaning the bathrooms is the same as preaching to millions if both are done with the right heart and motives. Service is service and God does not designate one as greater than the other. There certainly are those that appear more glamorous and important to us, but glamorous isn’t

Angeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04581734506368585002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798416676045707080.post-56644445322758967702008-03-05T23:17:00.000-08:002008-03-05T23:35:26.331-08:00Running Scared

I have a confession to make. It might make me a bad mom, but it’s time to be honest. So here it goes. . .I like it when my son gets scared.I don’t, of course, like that he is afraid, but I like what happens when my little man is scared. A loud noise from construction outside or the siren of an emergency vehicle sends him running, as fast as his chubby two-year-old legs will take him, for the

Angeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04581734506368585002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798416676045707080.post-17280698851853846292008-02-27T22:32:00.000-08:002008-03-05T23:23:51.624-08:00Pancakes!

I went to lunch the other day at a local diner. Shortly after I ordered my food, a boy, about nine or ten years old was seated near me with his mother and grandmother. He picked up the menu and announced, “I want pancakes!”“We came here for shakes, not pancakes,” his mother said from behind her menu.“I want pancakes! I want pancakes!” This kid had whining down to an art. His voice pierced through

Angeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04581734506368585002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798416676045707080.post-56241728953474271182008-02-25T21:08:00.000-08:002008-02-25T21:14:55.357-08:00Waves

OverwhelmedWaves wash over meOne after anotherSand shifting beneath my feetI stumble backwardsRegain my balanceStart forward againAnother waveThe tide gains strengthThe waves grow higherBut I’m getting stronger, tooLearning what to expectBrace myself for impactWhen to stand firmWhen to relaxAnd let myself be carriedBy the currents of the seaTo places I don’t knowUnfamiliar landsThat I’d never

Angeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04581734506368585002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798416676045707080.post-54230147519657208432008-02-15T20:56:00.001-08:002008-02-15T20:56:46.678-08:00An Unwanted Visitor

The flu settled into our home for an extended stay last week. I’ve tried and tried to get him to leave, but like all unwanted guests, he would not budge. It’s been several years since the flu has come to see us and this was quite a visit. I haven’t been so sick in a long, long time. Luckily the children have been mostly immune to his presence. The adults, however, have not been so lucky. We all

Angeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04581734506368585002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798416676045707080.post-63768544679389415682008-02-07T23:01:00.000-08:002008-02-15T20:58:00.678-08:00It Only Takes a Moment

I came home from a Super Bowl party Sunday evening to a voice mail message from my mom. She said that she and Dad had been in a car accident earlier that evening. The car was totaled and Dad was in the hospital. I immediately called Mom’s cell, but it went straight to voicemail. My sister was the next person I called. She had also just gotten home and hadn’t heard anything yet. She called one

Angeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04581734506368585002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798416676045707080.post-11175267175746667112008-01-31T23:21:00.000-08:002008-01-31T23:27:09.850-08:00What the future holds

When my daughter was about 8 months old, I noticed her repeatedly banging her head into the walker she was playing in. At first I though she was doing this intentionally, as children sometimes do, but then she kept to banging her head even though she was crying.Over the next couple of weeks, Anna became colicky, something that had never been a problem before. She was less responsive and even

Angeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04581734506368585002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798416676045707080.post-77688518846056717922008-01-23T23:39:00.000-08:002008-01-23T23:44:21.514-08:00Lessons I've Learned From My Children Pt 3

Boys and girls are just made to be different.Obvious, I know, but I didn’t realize how different they are until I had one of each. It’s amazing to me that even at the tender ages of 2 and 4, the difference between the sexes is apparent. We have a wide variety of toys in our home for the children to play with, but with a few exceptions, they gravitate to typically gender specific toys. My daughter

Angeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04581734506368585002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798416676045707080.post-66853075626613307932008-01-21T20:28:00.000-08:002008-01-25T21:43:13.940-08:00Lessons I've Learned From My Children Pt. 2

When you have a bad dream, all you have to do is turn your pillow over and the bad dreams will go away.My daughter watched The Little Mermaid for the first time tonight. I should have known when she became very upset when Ariel had to escape the jaws of a shark that maybe it was going to be a little scary for her.When I tucked her into bed, after she brushed her teeth, read a story and said her

Angeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04581734506368585002noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798416676045707080.post-64797883531208020032008-01-18T22:32:00.000-08:002008-01-21T20:33:23.202-08:00Lessons I’ve Learned From My Children Pt. 1

If I can’t do something by myself, I should ask for help. It might sound silly, but I actually had to relearn this lesson recently. One evening, after a particularly frustrating day at work, I was going through the bedtime routine with my four year old daughter. I set out her pajamas and told her to go potty, take off her clothes and put on her pj’s. I left her to it and went to the living room

Angeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04581734506368585002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798416676045707080.post-48649323024595356012008-01-15T21:44:00.000-08:002008-01-20T21:43:49.932-08:00A friend in need . . .

“I saw my ex-boyfriend the other day. He told me how sorry he is about the way he treated me and says it won’t ever happen again,” Olivia said.I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. I’ve heard this story so many times. In a few weeks, she’ll be telling me how excited she is that they are back together again. Everything will be great for a few months, then she’ll be calling me in tears because he got

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