OK so, now that I have slept on things here's what I have come up with.
I think that the title of Aunty is hollow and meaningless unless you have a connection to the child that is more than a shared bloodline or marriage. I know that for some long distance families is a part of life and it's what you are used to but guess what? I HATE IT. I want close relationships with my nephews and niece(s), believe it or not I want to have improved relationships with sisters. Remember how part of moving to this place was about other people...not the whole thing but partly...well that part of me is having trouble dying.
The laundry still didn't get folded.
The letter did get written.
I think other people should go now so that I can be angry and sad and hurt all at once because it now seems inevitable.
Don't worry, I'm just in a bad place right now, I'll get over it. If only there was someone to talk to...

Naturally

Someone recently said something to me and then '...I come by it honestly...' I think I would use the term naturally instead but either way, it's something I can't seem to help.
Someone is expecting and I knew it, I just knew it. I didn't tell anyone how serious I was of my suspicions, but surprise not surprise they are due in March, do the math they were before they left weather they knew it or not I did. Although that doesn't really get me any closer, and it's the same non-closeness so why do I let it bother me? I should really stop it. I should probably also stop caring what's going on in other peoples uterus's...I mean really why should it matter to me?
There is a posting at my work for Permanent shift of what I am only doing casually right now, which would mean no lay off on Halloween, same everything else though. Initially I wasn't going to apply for it but now I am thinking 'why not?' I don't really have anything to loose from it, so I am writing the letter tonight.
I don't know how the big spaces showed up at the bottom of my posts since the whole new interface thing.
Michael ran cross country (1.5K) with the Gr.3 boys and got 60th place, his brother was 68th.
My back is kind of sore today. I should type meeting minutes but don't want to. There is still a load of laundry to be folded waiting for me on the couch.


Uteruses isn't a word? Is it then Uteri? hmm strange

How I do it all

How do I do it all???
Honestly so far my biggest hurdle is laundry and that was always a hurdle.
After the one terrible night of no supper I simply meal planned for the rest of the month of September, did a detailed shopping list for the 2 weeks, a little bit of prep over the weekend and Voila!
The other hurdle is making it to the gym, however I feel that my job is fairly active, certainly not replacing any workouts but not the same as laying around watching TV or playing computer games all day. Once soccer is over and the kids will be at Karate 2x/wk I can go to the gym during that time.
The house is no more or less clean or dirty.
I did just remember about a couch full of laundry I should fold before I go to bed.
I think a 3rd child would be way more work than taking the easy way out and going to work. (So those of you with 3 or more hats off to you!)
In other news:
I am pretty stoked to be going to see my sister and nephew(s) and other assorted family over Thanksgiving.
I am  even more stoked for payday on Friday.
The new blogger interface is still too white for me.
More but I don't remember because now I want to go read my book and fold laundry.

Day Job

Now that I have worked a complete week of my new job I shall tell you all about it. Grrr when I push enter I want it to start me a new paragraph not the start of this line again.
I work from 9-2, it's called the Mommy shift, because that's who works it mostly. It's M-F, and it's minimum wage. I use a handheld computer to walk around a warehouse (that is so big you can't even wrap your head around it) and pick items out of boxes and place them into the box on my cart. My handheld tells me where to go, how many pieces to pick up and how many should be left behind. The warehouse if full of fancy sporty brand name clothing, shoes, and accessories (ie: quicksilver, volcom, oakley). It's not a difficult job. It requires minimal brain power, I haven't messed up enough to notice that I have a boss yet...I mean there are always people available to help me, just not anyone I perceive as my boss...there's an HR department and stuff too but like I said not a boss that I have noticed yet.
With my first paycheck (with 11 days on it) I would like to do so many things, but I think I am going to get some dental work (the bane of my existence) and maybe a payment to the Credit card that I had to use in order to buy the steel toe shoes that I have to wear to work. Lame I know, I was hoping for something more fun but for now that's it.

I'm not too sure about his new interface with all the whiteness.
I got the job and start on Monday.
I awake with a headache and it's only Friday of the first short week of school.
The job is a 9-2 warehouse shift.
I am so happy that my kids go classes that they are happy with this year.
I bought steel toe boots for work, they cost $100.
When I push enter after every sentence it takes me back to the beginning of that line, not the next one, lame.
I am looking forward to my first payday in 9 years, but I think it's already spent.
I try and keep my house clean enough with the main motivation that if Nick Stokes from CSI came to my house to investigate my mysterious death he wouldn't think I was a horrid housekeeper. (I gotta go with what works for me)
That last one sounds a but Post Secret-esque...because of that I can't seem to come up with anything else.