Monday Shmunday

I just got back from lunch at Chevy's with a c0-worker that I like a lot. Hearing about some of the issues she has with her boss makes me appreciate mine all the more. He's such a decent, smart and moral family man -- which really makes my life as a full time working mom that much easier, because he gets that I'm trying to keep a balance. Work is my priority because I support my family, but my family is my priority, too. That's not always an easy juggle, and I really think it's different for a woman than for a man. Not necessarily 100% all of the time, but usually. I feel so torn to be a good mother to my kids, and I know I'm doing that even when I'm at work all day, keeping a roof over their heads. But I can't help but wish I was doing it by volunteering in their classrooms every week, picking them up from school every afternoon and helping them with their homework. I'm able to do those things now and then, but certainly not on a regular basis. Hopefully they remember those moments and carry them through their day.

We had some fun family time this weekend. A nearby town had an art and wine festival, so we packed up two kids and one Husky to go and take a look around. I bought a fabulous calendar from Ro, drank some yummy wine and got indigestion from some greasy food. (Okay, not everything was perfect.) Bringing Simba with us made it all the more fun -- I can't believe the number of conversations we have with total strangers when he's there. People want to know what kind of dog it is, is it male or female, how old he is and how is his temperament? They always oooh and aaah over his eyes (who doesn't?) and enjoy petting him. Meanwhile, he couldn't be more disinterested. He's very ho-hum about people. His whole demeanor screams, "Yeah, whatever." I'm glad he's more lovey with us at home, but not when there are other dogs around to be sniffed, and there were plenty on Sunday.



Another purchase on Sunday, besides some Pokemon cards for the boy, was a mini-guitar for my daughter. She's been asking for one for a while, but of course being almost five, she's not quite ready for a big ol' Gibson. The guitars they had were exact miniatures of a full sized one, and only $15. This was not a tough decision. She strummed the rest of the day, and I even caught her rocking out on her bed, giving her stuffed animals quite a show. I'll have to post that later tonight. Now to teach her (and me) some chords. I've always wanted to learn the guitar, and this could be our chance.

Come back tonight for the rock concert...