James always comes home with entertaining stories about work. I try to keep my head down and leave on time, but James is social. He can't help himself. And with his social tendencies come entertaining stories. Like the one about his former co-worker who uses the camera feature on her iPhone to check her teeth after a meal (hi Robyn!).
One time, James told a story about a Dell meeting where they had to go around the room and discuss what animal they were most like. I don't remember what animal James used, but I remember one of the other guys in the room saying that he was like a duck. Calm on the surface and paddling like crazy to stay afloat. So. Me. I think James and I know that I'm not nearly so calm as I appear, but I'm trying to maintain the facade.
Between work, Scout, Cullen, family, and me, I am struggling some days. I am working at a job where I have no idea what I'm doing half the time. Everyone at work is okay with it, but it scares the bejeezus out of me. The clients I work with are pretty big, and I have no desire to be the girl who messed things up.
Scout is flourishing right now. I recently got two companies to sign on with me. One is using Scout for birthdays, and the other is using Scout as gifts for the clients they work with. I'm loving it, and I'm so thrilled to be trusted with these situations, but I wonder how I'm going to keep it all up some days. In my spare time (ha), I'm creating a logo and having a website designed. This is getting real.
Cullen is a big kid these days. Does anyone else remember feeling like they stole a baby the day they got to go home with their newborn? I was talking to a friend yesterday, and she stopped at the pharmacy while we were talking to pick up a prescription. They asked for her name, and she gave her married name. It weirded me out. Big time. As it turns out, we are no longer 12 year old cheerleaders together. We are married. We are moms. We are in charge of some awesome kids. Who left us alone with that one? Anyone?
I want to be a rock star mom, an awesome wife, and a fabulous girlfriend. I can't do it all, but I'm trying. To be honest, I just strive to be mom of the year while Cullen is awake. Once he's asleep, I try to be the great wife. After that comes the girlfriend part. That may or may not be why I can't remember the last time I talked to Tera on the phone. I'm just holding out hope that she can make it to the Nutcracker Market this year, so we can have a day of catching up.
In other news, while I panic, life goes on. We still have Mister T stinking up the corner of the living room. Lucky for me, he's going home this weekend. He's cute, but I'm looking forward to not having a cooler as decoration in my home. See his new digs? He enjoys burrowing and creeping around and eating my organic lettuce for snacks.
On Saturday afternoon, Megan and "Mister Leef" came over to hang out. Megan and I went shopping and got our nails done while the boys grilled burgers and let Mister T run around the back yard. Poor Lee got tricked into pushing Cullen in the swing.
This weekend, James will be at the deer lease again while Cullen and I enjoy lots of books and naps and finger painting. And, if we're lucky, a baseball game.