An Economic Challenge

Having a second little one has made it even more obvious to me that I cannot afford to go back to work. It's too much to pay for daycare for 2 little boys, and I would be barely making enough to cover the cost of daycare... and that just doesn't make sense.

However, increasing financial challenges keep popping up and making me wonder if we made the right choice by having kids and me quitting my job. Right now, I am ashamed to admit, we are in a really tough spot... and although things are slowly getting better (we did pay off over 10K in debt already), I am DONE doing the too much month at the end of the money dance. :o(

Dustin and I are taking on an Economic Challenge each month for the rest of the year, using the mindset that 5 months isn't that bad, right? The idea would be that we are going to do 1 thing for the entire month that makes a huge jump in our financial world. And, since August is when we need to pay Dustin's car registration, and Dustin wants to do a Boys Weekend to Vegas (deposits are already paid, so no cancelling now), we need to find some cash somewhere.

August: No Eating Out. The only exception to this is if someone else is picking up the bill... lol... and no, we don't need you to invite us out! My parents like to eat out and usually invite us to go along, so if they are paying, we won't be rude. However, we are going to be eating homemade and at home for August.

Have you and your family made any changes like this? Let me know how it's going... or let me know if you want to take part in our little challenge!

Adjusting...

Ok... I am now feeling like I am never gonna get back into the blog world if I don't just start writing something when I come on here. So you may get a bunch more little posts from me. Sorry. That's just what happens sometimes. Besides... I really am not feeling like I have a whole lot to say right now.

And it's not like I just don't have anything to say that isn't baby related... it's just that I feel so uninteresting. I have even been neglecting my everyday forums because I just keep thinking that the words that come out of my mouth (or more appropriately, leave my fingertips) are just filler... nothing more than random fleeting thoughts... and definetly not worthy of deep thinking..

Anyway, I am adjusting to Mom of 2. I know I know... a lot of you have done this and it's not that hard, or maybe it is... but either way, I am slowly making this world my own. In the process, my house has gone to crap... I think I've showered 4 times since I've been home (mostly because of the guilt I get from my husband after the shower since the baby has been "crying since minute 3 of your shower"). And I don't remember what I had for breakfast... did I eat breakfast?

I was looking back and saw that I was having a lot of these same feelings after I had Ryan and I am hoping it's not a glimmer of PPD starting to show... I can't wait to get my clearance from my doctor to start exercising again and I want to go do the Mommy Bootcamp at the gym (the same one that kicked my butt last year and I had to call it quits early) in September. Hopefully, those endorphins will make me nice and happy. Because Happy People Don't Kill Their Husbands.

We're Back!

I know I know... 3 weeks later and I decide to show up. Believe it or not, I am not wasting that many days before coming in to introduce the newest Baby Bug in the household...

Corbin Shane entered the world at 8lbs 13oz and a whopping 22.5 inches long. After making Mommy and Daddy wait 42 weeks 1 day, with absolutely NO progress, the doctors helped out with a repeat cesarean section on July 8th, 2009 at 1:31pm.

As much as I was dreading the section, it actually turned out ok. And I know a few certain people are still waiting for a birth story, but frankly there isn't much to tell. We showed up. They prepped me (including getting Dustin into his scrubs, which he kept... with the sole intention of covering them in ketchup, going to the neighbors, and explaining that "we have a problem"... but I digress), gave me a spinal, put up the curtain, and went in for the kill.

Ok... it wasn't that bad. The anesthesiologist was dubbed "my best friend", I had a friend of mine that was an L&D nurse come by to take photographs, and Dustin announced "it's a boy!" just seconds before the delivery nurse stated "and he's peeing all over everything!" Oh, and Corbin was born to the lovely Black Eyed Peas "My Humps".

All I can really say is that I am so glad that Dustin and I both were there, together, and got to experience the joys of childbirth... even if I didn't earn a "push prize" in the process. ;o)

Welcome, Corbin, to my everyday insanity.