Ah...life at cosmetology school has been more than interesting. Remember those good ol' days at BYU-I where drugs, sex and/or casual sex, pornography, homosexuality, stealing candy from babies, and ordering from Domino's on Sunday were your basic "No, that's not OK" items? I knew then I lived in a bubble and I was happy with it. Sometimes annoyed but still happy. I also knew that one day I would venture out of the bubble. And here I am- out of my bubble. This is what it's like now:
Lyle's School of Hair Design had a field trip to a hair show in Birmingham, AL. I bought my ticket and was getting excited to go
... BUT....
I was so nervous to leave the kids for such a long time -Sat, Sun, AND Monday. To top it off I'm also still breastfeeding (you really wanted to know that didn't you?) via a pump (you really didn't want to know that I'm sure) and I have never left either of my children for any extended period of time (I'm attached!) and (I love parenthesis).
AND to strain those nerves just a little bit more let me introduce problem number two- I soon came to realize that my hotel room was meant to be with my classmates... No big deal. Except I go to school with women AND men.
Blessings and curses come in threes right? Well so do problems! My ride approached me the day before the trip and let me know my classmates were bringing some things to smoke (not cigarettes) and thought I would want to be aware of this before we left. While I most definitely appreciated the heads up I also found myself at a loss of what to do. I don't even know the legalities but I imagine if the driver was pulled over, and the cop happened to find pot I couldn't claim "I didn't inhale" and expect the legal system to really believe me... And that I would be just as guilty for being in the presence of it... It's not like a breathalyzer or something similar can test for that right? Who knows? Don't tell me... I don't really care. Not going to be my problem.
All of these issues became apparent within a fifteen minute interval of time... the solution was obviously simple:
I decided that I would just skip the trip. I wanted to go, but there is no justifying any of those things.
And a room with men... puhleeeze. How gross and completely wrong and inappropriate is that? Even if I weren't married it's still not OK. Sheesh... My classmates had a very hard time wrapping their heads around that one. Very few grasped the reasoning behind my stance on the matter.
Oh Bubble Where Art Thou?
Long story short- Randy came with me. He knew I wanted to go, but he knew I couldn't. The relief I felt when I decided not to go can't even match the joy I had knowing that I could spend the weekend with him AND the kids AND go to the show! It was his Fall Break and we found a hotel for 25 bucks. TWENTY FIVE BUCKS! We left at 5 a.m. so that we only had to stay one night, packed our own food, and went to Birmingham! The kids loved it, Randy is my hero, and I learned some pretty wicked awesome things at the hair show (a convention of sorts where I can spend large sums of money and/or take lots of classes on hair and it's many surrounding topics- I opted for classes)
AND- we were well rested. While my classmates were out until 2 a.m., Randy, Row, Mikayla and I were holed away and asleep by 8:30 pm. They are my bubble. Self made yes, but a beautiful safe haven that I treasure. I love my family and I love that we can be our own little fortress in this world we live in. Without my family I don't think I could survive. I love knowing that I have to put my best foot forward for them each day. All of them are my motivators (you too Mom and Dad!) and I LOVE LOVE LOVE them. Families are what it's all about. They are what matters most. The best part of my day is leaving school to go home- to see my babies snuggled up in bed, or when Mikayla comes racing up to me for a hug and kiss, or Rowan putting his arms up in the air for a 'touchdown' and Randy with his big hugs (and sometimes dinner too!) This is the life!
As a side note- let it be known that while I may not do as my classmates do, or live like some of them live I truly enjoy them and have a genuine appreciation for all the help and friendship given me... I've met some spectacular people and learned so much. This world I haven't been a part of for so long, is still a good thing with good people. Different yes, but still good. I'm having a hard time adjusting but I'm happy to be with a bunch of people that seem to take everyone as they come, including myself.
PS Halloween costumes are already $5.99 at The Children's Place. Since I won't be able to beef up the costume box the day after Halloween this year (it's a Sunday) I figured at that price I could go ahead and do it today!
27 October 2009
22 October 2009
Hmmmmm....
Well, it is almost midnight as I type this out- it's one of those nights I keep putting off going to sleep because I know Row is about to wake up and will want something. Rather than pull myself out of bed which makes me grumpy I would rather face the music while semi-awake and not pulling myself from the comfort of my beautiful, fluffy, warm bed. It's just easier this way. Until tomorrow. Hmmmmm.
My sisters have been asking for an update. Most notably, Rachelle would prefer one without mention of coupons. "Beth that is so boring. Who cares about coupons? That's not funny. And when is Randy going to tell about changing Rowan and then wrapping him in a paper towel becaue there were no diapers?And then bringing him to you in the middle of your lesson? At church right?" (I'm still waiting for that story too!)The YW thought Row looked adorable in his 'diaper.' Not one realized it was a swaddling paper towel protecting them from Row's elements. Poor poor naked kid. And that isn't even the funniest part.
Either way... A brief relatively uninteresting update is most definitely in order. Maybe tomorrow after school I can even upload pictures.
Randy- plugging away diligently for Spanish II students, wrestlers, family, church, and whatever else. He's tired but smiles everyday and is more than grateful that he no longer drops Mickey off at preschool in the mornings. He's a little nervous that Mikayla has earned 12 dollars and won't spend any of it (see valid concerns below.) He is prepping for a pretty big conference that he will present at in a few weeks. I'm really excited for him. I hope it puts his name out there a bit for when he wants a curriculum position. I know everyone he works with loves him (how can they not?)and that Randy really enjoys teaching.
Mikayla- also plugging away diligently but for money instead. Someone (a cute not so red redhead that I adore) promised her that if she earned $100 dollars she could get a dog. With much confidence he pointed out to me that she only had $2.56 and that she likes to buy skittles. He was wrong. She may like money and she may like skittles, but she likes dogs more. Mikayla is earning AND saving money. NOT something we thought would happen. She doesn't falter and wants another "Noche". She has quit praying for our old Noche on a regular basis, but still puts a word in every now and then. We have witnessed a full fledged effort to earn money. Mickey has also let me know that our next Noche will look like the first. Curly hair is a must apparently. I'm going to let the handsome redhead deal with this!
Mickey has also become very insistent on helping Rowan by 'teaching' him to walk, talk, get into things, take things apart, and eat. This evening she fed him pizza. Some lessons end up with them rolling on the floor, one or the other screaming, or giggles and laughs all over the place! Mickey is doing once a week preschool with a group of friends- a Joy School type thing, has recovered from the loss of cable (Disney- you can be so wrong for the youth of America) and loves loves LOVES to read books from the library. She is working on writing her name and letters in a straight line and knowing all the sounds. Twice a week she gets special art lessons too. (Ok... I'm the art teacher so they aren't really special but Mik thinks they are.)
Rowan- the little man is huge. At almost ten months he is 20 pounds 4 oz. Again, he's only in the 50th percentile but still feels like the biggest little man ever. His head is in the 75th which doesn't surprise me at all. Most people at Lyle's love his big head and call him Dill Pickles (a cartoon character with an overly large head.) As a non-snuggler he spends time climbing on Mommy and Daddy, eating anything he can get his hands on, trying to play in the toilet, pulling Mikayla or Mommy's hair, and biting Mommy's shoulders. He hasn't slept through the night in months and wakes up so ravenous that I think he could eat a cheeseburger. At least the bun.... He has taken steps but it just isn't something we've been encouraging. We figure that if he is already putting metal in electrical outlets, been caught eating electrical cords, regularly pulls down the garbage can (yes, I've caught him eating out of it) takes apart phones, eats phones, tries to get into all cabinets, pulls down drawers, chews pens and markers, climbs out of the bathtub on his own (an attempt to escape Mikayla that put him half in half out of the tub... feeble really but still scary for the both of us), climbs up stairs then turns and 'lets mommy catch him' etc then he probably shouldn't be walking yet. Why add one more hazard?
My sisters have been asking for an update. Most notably, Rachelle would prefer one without mention of coupons. "Beth that is so boring. Who cares about coupons? That's not funny. And when is Randy going to tell about changing Rowan and then wrapping him in a paper towel becaue there were no diapers?And then bringing him to you in the middle of your lesson? At church right?" (I'm still waiting for that story too!)The YW thought Row looked adorable in his 'diaper.' Not one realized it was a swaddling paper towel protecting them from Row's elements. Poor poor naked kid. And that isn't even the funniest part.
Either way... A brief relatively uninteresting update is most definitely in order. Maybe tomorrow after school I can even upload pictures.
Randy- plugging away diligently for Spanish II students, wrestlers, family, church, and whatever else. He's tired but smiles everyday and is more than grateful that he no longer drops Mickey off at preschool in the mornings. He's a little nervous that Mikayla has earned 12 dollars and won't spend any of it (see valid concerns below.) He is prepping for a pretty big conference that he will present at in a few weeks. I'm really excited for him. I hope it puts his name out there a bit for when he wants a curriculum position. I know everyone he works with loves him (how can they not?)and that Randy really enjoys teaching.
Mikayla- also plugging away diligently but for money instead. Someone (a cute not so red redhead that I adore) promised her that if she earned $100 dollars she could get a dog. With much confidence he pointed out to me that she only had $2.56 and that she likes to buy skittles. He was wrong. She may like money and she may like skittles, but she likes dogs more. Mikayla is earning AND saving money. NOT something we thought would happen. She doesn't falter and wants another "Noche". She has quit praying for our old Noche on a regular basis, but still puts a word in every now and then. We have witnessed a full fledged effort to earn money. Mickey has also let me know that our next Noche will look like the first. Curly hair is a must apparently. I'm going to let the handsome redhead deal with this!
Mickey has also become very insistent on helping Rowan by 'teaching' him to walk, talk, get into things, take things apart, and eat. This evening she fed him pizza. Some lessons end up with them rolling on the floor, one or the other screaming, or giggles and laughs all over the place! Mickey is doing once a week preschool with a group of friends- a Joy School type thing, has recovered from the loss of cable (Disney- you can be so wrong for the youth of America) and loves loves LOVES to read books from the library. She is working on writing her name and letters in a straight line and knowing all the sounds. Twice a week she gets special art lessons too. (Ok... I'm the art teacher so they aren't really special but Mik thinks they are.)
Rowan- the little man is huge. At almost ten months he is 20 pounds 4 oz. Again, he's only in the 50th percentile but still feels like the biggest little man ever. His head is in the 75th which doesn't surprise me at all. Most people at Lyle's love his big head and call him Dill Pickles (a cartoon character with an overly large head.) As a non-snuggler he spends time climbing on Mommy and Daddy, eating anything he can get his hands on, trying to play in the toilet, pulling Mikayla or Mommy's hair, and biting Mommy's shoulders. He hasn't slept through the night in months and wakes up so ravenous that I think he could eat a cheeseburger. At least the bun.... He has taken steps but it just isn't something we've been encouraging. We figure that if he is already putting metal in electrical outlets, been caught eating electrical cords, regularly pulls down the garbage can (yes, I've caught him eating out of it) takes apart phones, eats phones, tries to get into all cabinets, pulls down drawers, chews pens and markers, climbs out of the bathtub on his own (an attempt to escape Mikayla that put him half in half out of the tub... feeble really but still scary for the both of us), climbs up stairs then turns and 'lets mommy catch him' etc then he probably shouldn't be walking yet. Why add one more hazard?
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