Two years

Today marks the 2nd anniversary of the day that I evicted my second-born child from, well, myself.

It was horrendously unpleasant, came with a pelvic separation that took my breath away mid-contraction (as if those weren't painful enough already), and left me getting stitches, with no freezing, in places where stitches aren't meant to go.

So why is it that she gets all the presents and I'm left to bake a cake??

Happy Birthday child.  I'd do it all over again for you.  (Not for anyone else, but for you.)

Internship

So... changes at work.

Basically, this past year has been hell on wheels for my co-workers and I.  Which is saying something, since I work for a church....

Long and short of it is, I've found myself with an extra day of freedom each week.  My hours have been cut and I no longer work Mondays.

After the initial shock of this decision, and the worry about whether or not we'd still be able to make mortgage payments, or feed our kids, or, you know, 10,000 other financial repercussions... We realized that, once we sell our eldest to the circus - oh, wait, he doesn't really care for animals - Once we sell our YOUNGEST to the circus, all will be well.

No really, it's been an incredible kick in the pants, and has made work quite stressful for all involved, but, I'm taking it as an opportunity to get to do something that I thought I'd never have time to do.

You see... my husband seems to think that beekeeping is, well, the bees knees, and we'd really like to make a go of it - eventually.  Make it something a little more substantial than the hobby it is right now.  Problem is, I know literally nothing about beekeeping.  And with two little kids, and full time job, I couldn't see myself actually being able to get into it myself for years.  Forever the beekeeper's wife, never the beekeeper!

But, Hark!  An opportunity has presented itself!  I'm now free on Mondays.  Let the beekeeping begin! For I have gone to our most trusted beekeeper friend, thrown myself at her feet, and begged her, 'Oh wise one, teach me! For I will be your unpaid intern for as long as I am so inept at beekeeping that I don't know which way to hold a bee to milk out it's sweet, sweet honey!'

And she was like, 'Yeah, I'm not paying you anything, ya noob, but you're welcome to come hang out with us whenever you want.'

So there you have it!  You won't find me a work on Mondays anymore, but you will find me all suited up and standing around in a bee yard trying to not get stung. 

So far, they don't even have enough trust in me to let me into a bee suit, let alone a bee yard - but I'm pro-star at putting together frames now!