Archive for April 1st, 2007

Heigh Ho

What’s the saying about how all good things must come to an end?  So goes my nearly 7 month break from working.  I can’t believe it’s been almost 7 months since I was “laid off” from the place I had worked for nearly ten years and really and truly thought I would retire from. 

 I haven’t really accomplished a whole lot of things like I should have(like Linda has in a week), but, it’s really been a good little break. 

I’ve thoroughly enjoyed getting to take #2 to and from school everyday and get him ready in the mornings.  We’ve had a lot of good morning chats over spelling words and Chicken Mini’s at Chik Fila. 

It’s been good to be able to take the teens to their schools some in the mornings, although the routine has been usually Mr. Smiff taking the DQ to school and I would drop the Manchild off on the way to #2’s school on the mornings he didn’t ride the bus.

  Mornings with teenagers are not always light and cheery like they are with the third grader, but, looking back over this school year, I needed to be around because both teens have hit some crucial spots in their growing up that needed my attention.  I’m grateful for that time to give them my mostly undivided attention, even though that’s the last thing they think they want from me at this point.

Really, it’s also been a good time for me and the Mr. too.  His work the last three years has been ridiculously crazy.  It’s been hard on him and hard on me, and sometimes hard on our husband/wifery.  We’ve had more conversations since September than we had in 3 years.  Dude’s gonna miss me not being here during the day.  He better.

It’s kinda ironic that I go back to work the day my kids start their Spring Break and when my mother in law gets a cancer diagnosis, but, I think it will all work out loverly.  

  The DQ made a joke about how it’s like the first day of school and I said that’s exactly what it feels like, except I’m going to a whole new school, with different people, procedures, and very little knowledge of exactly what they do where I’ll be working.  I suppose I will learn a lot about the government and how your tax dollars are working.

I remember the first day I ever showed up to work at my former place of employment.  I had been, mostly, a Stay At Home Mom for 5 years.  I had been in my own, controlled environment that revolved around my preschoolers.  I remember being scared to death at being around actual adults and being away from home 8 hours a day, 5 days a week.  I adjusted to the work thing, learned a lot of new skills, made some wonderful friends, had a TON of laughs, and grew up a lot. 

The exciting thing is that there’s other potential new friendships waiting to be formed, other new skills to be learned, more laughs to laugh, more growing up to do and a whole new world that is going to open up.  That’s pretty exciting in a way although it WILL interfere with my daytime blogging, my Regis and View viewing, dangit.

I hope I have this same positive attitude this time tomorrow. 

Things That Go Ruff In The Night

‘Twas an unventful weekend in the Land of Smiff…Mr. Smiff came in from the road early Saturday morning and it was odd having him home on a Saturday, but, it was nice.  We all dined at the always wonderful Monell’s (Nutri System? What Nutri System?), had our usual rounds of arguments that are uniquely Smiff (“Shut up”, “You aren’t funny”, “LOSER”, “I hate being interrupted”) and I got to sorta finish watching Birdman of Alcatraz, which I had seen the last part of a couple weeks back.  I still haven’t seen the entire thing. 

Anyway, I went to sleep and was having a really cool dream, that I can’t remember now, but, I was off in my sleeping happy place, when at 3:02 a.m. I was awakened to Mr. Smiff’s mumbling “sunufabitch”.  In my sleepy stupor, I thought he was irritated cause I had all the covers twisted around, as I tend to do.  I asked him what was wrong and he started talking about “Those boys” and our car.  At first, I thought he was talking about our  boys, but, it was some neighborhood kids he caught breaking into our vehicle. 

Mr. Smiff is a night owl and he was just about to come to bed when he heard Chelsea, our wonderful and fabulous mutt, start barking.  Now, Chelsea is not a dog that barks at nothing, unlike the dapper Bogart Von Bam Bam.  Bogie barks at butterflies and birds and for his own amusement.  I’ve always said when Chelsea barks, it’s worth a peek because she’s such a good dog, she barks when there’s a reason to. 

So, Mr. Smiff gets up to tell her to hush when he sees what appeared to be two teenaged boys with the passenger door opened on the van.  The darling little cherub boys, whose mothers are probably very proud of them, looked up and Mr. Smiff, in his calm, cool, casual way told them (Pastor Matt, do forgive) to “Get the f@#! out” of there, to which they complied. He didn’t want to call the police first because he said he couldn’t identify them and all that, but, I told them that Hendersonville’s Finest could at least send a patrol car around. 

 So, a cop shows up and Mr. Smiff told them the story and the cop was surprised that the guys were actually in the car.  While they were talking, they heard more dogs barking down the street and the Po-leeece-man took off.  I hope he found the darling little scumbags. 

So Chelsea, the Wonder Dawg, saved the day, or night, as it were.  She gets a big ol’ bone for that.  At least this time around we were awakened to potential vehicle thieves, we didn’t end up in the Family Way like we did that night in December of 1992.

We had just returned from North Carolina for Christmas and got back, went to bed, to be awakened about 4 in the morning to somebody pounding on our door.  One of the cars had got broken into.  They didn’t take anything.  For some reason, that got Mama and Daddy all worked up and out of that experience came the Drama Queen.  I still have the business card the policeman left us as a souvenir. 

I made sure there was no hanky panky this morning.  Even though Mr. Smiff has long been fixed, I wasn’t taking any chances.  I couldn’t sleep, but, opted for an episode of Star Trek instead.  I just love seeing young Denny Crain in that spaceman suit.