It has been nearly a week now that I have been unpacking. It took my mom and I over 3 weeks of 14 hour days to pair down, donate, discard, and pack our respective houses as we prepared for moving. I had hopped to have more of my life in order by this point. I am discovering that the packing up of and old life is easier than the opening of a new one.
I decided to take my kids to the local pool this afternoon. Let me just say we never had pools this nice where I grew up! My oldest daughter Sarah asked me a question and I replied "go as the lifeguard they will know, I have never been here before" to which she replied "I am scared too!" It was at that moment that it hit me, what we all took to be a "new adventure" would actually be a test of our bravery. I guess that all the moving I did as a child prepared me for this move. My children are now looking to me for guidance on how to meet new people, make new friends, heck just find their way around the neighborhood. I tell you what, meeting new people is much easier in a controlled environment (the board room, a classroom, even a place of worship) than in the open public.
Here we go, lets put on that brave face and just say hello, that is a good start. So everyone please remember that if you see someone walking around with that "I have no idea" look on their face, ask them if they need help, I can assure you the gesture will be welcomed even if they decline the offer.
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Ready...Set...Go...
From HBIC 
to HMIC
It was about a year ago this time that my husband and I got the news that our youngest child was autistic. Within a few weeks of that news my husband quit his day job and began staying home with our son and two daughters.
I can not believe it took me almost a year to realize how jealous I was that I was the one missing all the milestones Sean was making. I have worked 40+ hours a week since I was at least 16 years old. Over the past 12 years and the birth of 3 kids I have tried to juggle it all work, home, family time, dance class, and alone time.
When my family faced another change it was decided that it was my turn to leave the corporate world behind. Come with me as I leave the HBIC (Head Babe In Charge) behind and become the HMIC (Head Mom In Charge) and learn to put my management degree to work for our house. I may not do it the way the experts say to, but I am going to find a way to make this all work.
to HMIC
It was about a year ago this time that my husband and I got the news that our youngest child was autistic. Within a few weeks of that news my husband quit his day job and began staying home with our son and two daughters.
I can not believe it took me almost a year to realize how jealous I was that I was the one missing all the milestones Sean was making. I have worked 40+ hours a week since I was at least 16 years old. Over the past 12 years and the birth of 3 kids I have tried to juggle it all work, home, family time, dance class, and alone time.
When my family faced another change it was decided that it was my turn to leave the corporate world behind. Come with me as I leave the HBIC (Head Babe In Charge) behind and become the HMIC (Head Mom In Charge) and learn to put my management degree to work for our house. I may not do it the way the experts say to, but I am going to find a way to make this all work.
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