Much ado about nothing

It seems like ever since school stated, all 3 of my kiddos have had the “blahs”. Do you know what happens to moms when their kids get the “blahs”?

WE GET IT TOO!

Hopefully in a few more days everyone will be over this junk so we can proceed with the rest of the school year.

I’ve been super busy trying to get everyone to their proper places this year. My oldest wanted to try out for volleyball but she sprained her foot 2 days before. This is the 2nd time in a year she has injured that foot. I’m hoping it isn’t going to be a common occurence. Since she wasn’t able to try out for that, she’s decided to sign up for every. single. club. they are offering. She wants to be involved and I say GREAT! She loves her new school and I want her to be proud.

The 2 little ones are in dance. They are absolutely having a blast! Lucky for me it’s only once a week.

When we decided to put the little ones in Pre-K this year I thought I was going to have a whole lot of free time to do stuff for me. Yeeeaaahhhh…. Boy was I wrong! I can think of about 3 days where I actually got to come back home and relax after dropping everyone off. I will say this, I have been going to bed earlier than ever here lately. I’m an exhausted momma for sure!

I am enjoying having these quiet hours at home alone. I get a lot done without having to say a word. Me likey. I actually get dinner on the table before 8! And that’s saying something.

I know once Chris comes home the schedule will get all out of whack. It always does. The kids won’t want to go to bed. I’ll have no idea what to cook for dinner. As much as I complain about being a single wife all the time, it sure is easier when he isn’t here. Don’t get me wrong, I still do enjoy hanging out with him. He is a pretty cool guy. It’s just hard to get used to him being home after being gone for weeks.

Happy New Year!

New year, new beginnings.

Isn’t that great? We get to start over. We get to do things this year that we didn’t have time for last year.

I am resolving this year to be a better parent.

I tend to get into a funk right after Chris leaves to go back on the road. I cry and whine and act like a baby. I want to lay in bed and just forget that I won’t see the father of my children for at least 5 weeks.

It’s depressing, and not just for me. For my kids too.

I don’t want to do that this year.

On another note… what is up with Twitter lately.

There have been such harsh words written towards people recently. Have people become so out of touch with reality that they forget that there really is another human being on the other side of the monitor?

I’m not pointing fingers because I am not perfect. But I do know that what you put online for the world to see, will in fact be seen. Good or bad. And I also know that what a person types in 140 characters or less can have a profound effect on the way they are perceived by others.

The last few days have made me reconsider even having a twitter account that has anything to do with trucking. Not only have I been offended by some of the things said, my heart hurts for those people making the ugly comments.

We as Christians are blessed by the Fruit of the Holy Spirit.

But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, Meekness, temperance: against such there is no law.

– Galatians 5:22-23, KJV

What we as Christians say does leave a lasting impression on others, whether they are Christian or not. Shouldn’t we, at all times, be trying to show others what it’s like to be a Christian?

So thankful

If you haven’t noticed by now, I’ll let you in on a little secret.

I COMPLAIN A LOT!

I complain on here because I have no one else to discuss things with. Being a trucker’s wife is a very lonely thing. And when that trucker drives teams and is on the night shift, it tends to be even more lonely.

This my complaint box.

But it is also my praise box. The place I like to write down what I am truly thankful for, so that I never forget.

This is one of those times where I will praise rather than complain.

Right now, I love the company my husband works for.

A lot of people don’t.

BUT that’s OK because it works for us. (at the moment)

I know there is no such thing as the perfect trucking company. I knew that going in. We both did. What sets this company apart, I think, is the fact that they actually try to be as accurate as possible.

He has had one error on his pay sheet in the time he has been there. It was corrected the following week.

His paycheck from his previous carrier had an error on nearly every check. 2-3 weeks to get corrected as well.

Not cool.

The place he works at now pay detention pay.

Previous carrier. Nada.

Now? Prepass.

Previous? Had to request toll money, got charged. Withdraw money from ATM, got charged. Lucky if he ever saw his toll money reimbursed.

What I am getting at is that when he lost his job back in July, I freaked. I cried. I was so upset.

I should have been on my knees praying to God thanking Him for His blessing.

Today was that day

Today was one of those days where I wished I had another set of hands and eyes around.

One of those days I wished my husband wasn’t an OTR truck driver.

I had some errands to run and one of them was going to the bank. But not just to the bank. Oh no, I had to go IN to the bank. Normally it wouldn’t be a big deal. But remember, my 2 little kids, ages 3 and 4 are with me at all times. I’m talking 24/7/365 y’all.

I avoid going IN anywhere like the plague. It’s one of the reasons when I go grocery shopping, I GO grocery shopping. That way I don’t have to go for 2 or 3 more weeks. It’s what works for me.

Anyway…

I love my bank. I really do. But I didn’t love it today. I needed to get a certified check. The lady had me swipe my debit card and enter my PIN. Done. Next, fill out a check for the amount you need plus $10. 10 bucks? Just so they can print out a check. Rediculous. Fine. Here ya go.

I’m sorry Mrs. Sanchez but your signature doesn’t match. Can you please re-sign the check with your signature. Um. OK? Sure.

Nope still not a match. She’s looking, looking, looking to see if she can find my signature on another check that I have written. I write ONE check a month. My rent check.

By this time my kids are entertaining everyone in line. A line growing by the second.

She calls over the manager. She wants to see my drivers license. I hand it over. So now they have my debit card and PIN, my check and my drivers license and they STILL aren’t sure if I am who I say I am.

They assure me it is for my own protection.I assure them if any of my information had been compromised, they would be the first to hear about it.

Let me just tell you this. Every time I swipe my debit card and sign for a purchase, my signature is written. They sure don’t have a problem knowing it’s me then!

I’m not kidding you when I say it took over 30 minutes in there. I threatened to withdraw all my money and switch banks by this time. The manager then told me she just wanted me to have “a little patience”.

I don’t know about you, but when the next thing I can give them is a blood sample or my first born before they believe me when I say I am who I am, my patience is wearing pretty thin.

Thankfully my little one’s were so well behaved in there. I didn’t even crack a sweat!

But it would have been so much easier if I had an extra set of hands and eyes with me.