Job hunting - I hate it!

I hate job hunting. The whole process of filling out the 1.5 hour long applications for each school district and then just waiting by the phone for an offer to interview. I wish there was simpler way. Like a hotline to God. That would be nice. Just let the principal pick up the red phone and hear God say, "Give the job to Jeff Schulz or else I will smite you with frogs, locusts, and bad hair!" Well, something to that effect would be okay. I just wish it were simpler.

Pregnancy is hard!

Janette is suffering from a strained muscle in her upper left leg in the back. It is quite immobilizing apparently. There is nothing one can do about it. She says that it is hard to describe where the pull is except for saying that she pulled a butt muscle.

Our little girl, Bailey Elizabeth, is also a gymnast. She has been moving a lot and keeping Janette feeling like she is full of butterflies. She is due October 12. Things can only get more fun from here.

I hope she comes a few weeks early. Janette has been a trooper and deserves that little gift after having carried her through the heat of summer.

The most entertaining thing about pregnancy is watching Janette interact with her Doctor. Believe me, they are two peas in a pod! They have the same inflections on their words and speak the same language. It makes my head spin to hear them go at it. I have to pay close attention to keep up. Every once in a while I interrupt the conversation to add something and slow the pace. It only works for two seconds, but at least I can verify that they have taken a breath!

Cheers!

Worries, worries, worries...

I have so many worries these days. Janette generally shares them too. Some I worry about more and some not so much; Janette - the same. I must say that we both prioritize our worries very differently though.

Today I did some spring cleaning while Janette was at work. I moved the couch to vacuum and mop, and there it was. Enough cat hair to make a whole other cat. I went through a whole slew of emotions that include, but are not limited to, disgust, anger, nausea, frustration, etc. You get the idea. Then, I went to go switch our sheets from the washer to the dryer. I was shocked and amazed to see that furballs had collected in the washer and were now plastered against the side of the washer drum. I was genuinely worried. I know that everytime I vacuum I get a Darcy-sized fur collection in the vacuum canister. Yes, I'm worried. Can I do anything about it? No.

I don't wish on anyone, the wrath of the furballs! Yes, you are allowed to feel for me.