Skip to main content

Last Day

Sammy got a new job! It's closer to home, he's doing something he's excited about, it has double the vacation time and sick time, and many other benefits. It sort of just fell into his lap and seemed a little  too good to be true. At times I was scared that something was going to fall through and we'd be left with nothing. But so far, so good. I'm so incredibly grateful for it. He's home ten hours more a week, he's so nearby, and a lot happier. I'm so proud of him and thankful that he's such a good provider. I was so, so scared to quit my job and have us live on one income. That first month we had no room in our budget for food. Thankfully we had a lot of food storage, and I did some smart shopping, and that was only one month. 

On Sammy's last day at his old job, Aaron and I came to stop by. When we walked up the stairs onto his floor, he was quickly swarmed with fifteen girls all wanting to look at him. They just swooped out of nowhere. I had no idea he worked with so many people. Aaron did great, looking around at everyone and not crying. 

He had the cutest outfit on if I do say so myself. 
 It was so nice to see all of Sammy's coworkers. They were so supportive and awesome when Aaron was born. When I needed Sammy to take me to urgent care, they were okay with that. They didn't bat an eye when we had to stay in the hospital. It was so nice to not have to worry about Sammy's work while going through all of that.

After everyone held Aaron we went into Sammy's break room for a moment. Aaron was distracted by the tv, watching Guy Fieri.
After lunch we headed home and then Sammy joined us, making his last of the hour long commutes. We're so happy :) 

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Racism, stereotypes, and plain ole judging

Being in a class dedicated to the idea of migration has really kept the idea of racism on the brain. In elementary school, the idea of racism was so defined to me, thinking people are better than others based solely on the color of their skin. It wasn't until middle school after reading many books that I realized racism wasn't jut as issue of black versus white, rather it applies to all cultures. In high school I was actually shocked to here racist statements from people I loved. All the sudden this issue became personal somewhat. (My favorite statement was from a little girl who said, it should be illegal for Mexicans to have babies. I guess I can't have kids then.)  But it wasn't until last week when we did an activity in my public health class that I realized that I myself was being racist as well. Now, this is something I am not proud of. I'm very embarrassed actually and that activity was humbling. Why am I writing about this? Because, it's som...
1 comment
Read more

Toxic Masculinity

It seems like forever ago that they released that Gilette ad about toxic masculinity. I watched as people I'd grown up with freaked out about it, saying that it said that men need to be like women, and that it condemned masculinity altogether, along with other things. I crafted post after post to write on my social media, but in the end didn't bother writing anything. I didn't feel like arguing with people. But I had to share my thoughts somewhere, so here they are.  To me, toxic masculinity is exactly what it says-- ideals of masculinity that are toxic. It's telling your son that he needs to suck it up and not cry. That he can get away with more than girls because 'boys will be boys.' The idea that he can't read or watch certain media because it's "for girls." At the same time, girls are asked to watch things that are "for boys" all of the time. It's the idea that men need to repress their feelings. That they can't be sc...
1 comment
Read more

Little Bit o Writing Monday

The beginning of my short story for class.  When Dora's son tugged on her pants leg, the last thing she expected was to see him holding a tooth. A tooth that clearly did not belong to him. She was no dentist, but she was smart enough to know the colossal thing couldn't have come from Mark's mouth. “Mark, where did you find that?” Dora scolded. “In the backyard.” “Show me where,” Dora commanded. Excited, Mark ran out to the backyard, Dora following on his heels. He led her over to the back of the yard, to the particular corner that couldn't be seen from the kitchen window. There, her other two children were gathered around a hole in the ground. Hole was an understatement though, they'd obviously been working on this, pit, for quite sometime. If there had been no tooth, Dora would have sat the kids down and explained how digging holes this deep was dangerous because of all the water, electric, and who knows what else lines were under the ...
1 comment
Read more