Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Day 226

Monday got my week off to a bumpy start but Tuesday seems to be starting much better.  The boys even got up before me this morning and were ready to leave for daycare by 7:30, which...  Got me to work EARLY!

This morning Dave sent me a quote request he got at his new job.  A customer requested multiples of certain items, and while my first response was "Oh my goodness!", at second glance I couldn't help but notice that the customer wrote (s)he "needed" a quote for these items.  It never ceases to amaze me what people think they need.  And when I think about it, "Need" is really such a strong word.  Think about it.  What do you REALLY need?  Food?  Water?  Clothing or some variation of?  And some type of shelter?  But isn't that it?

DH used to say "I need a #1..." when we went through the McDonalds drive through, and I found it obnoxious then.  I think now I realize that people saying "I need..." is one of my few pet peeves.  I challenge you, from here on out, to listen to yourself when you're asking for something.  Are you polite?  Do you say "please" and "thank you"?  Try it.  You might surprise yourself.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Day 221, Post 1

Wow, I can hardly believe it's been well over a month since I posted last.  Yes, I'm alive and VERY well, as are the boys and Dave.  We've been through some changes, however they appear to all be for the better and for that I'm very grateful.

Dave started a new job at the end of August which he really seems to enjoy.  While it's not physically exhausting, it challenges him mentally and keeps him interested.  It's further than his previous (still my current) 1/4 mile commute, but the roads are good and they will be well plowed in the winter. 

Thing 2 started Kindergarten and Thing 1 Third Grade several weeks ago.  Both are enjoying school very much, and are keeping themselves out of trouble.  Better yet, both are making friends in our neighborhood and enjoying playing outside.  Numerous Nerf battles have taken place, and the boys come home caked in mud but they LOVE it.  And I love seeing them happy.

We've started attending a new church, after our old church became too focused on money for our preferences.  And we really like it.  On the first day we attended, the door attendant recognized we were new and introduced himself, and the family sitting in front of us turned around and introduced themselves.  And better yet, I know people who go there.  Dave doesn't know them really, but he will.  I feel like, and I believe Dave does as well, that we've finally found a home church.  And it's a wonderful feeling.

And a more wonderful feeling is just being happy.  EXTREMELY happy.  No matter what happens in my day, in our day, I know/we know we can handle it.  And that feeling alone is amazing.