Life & Lemons

Well. Things are crazy.

If you don't know me, or haven't caught one of my rare "I WORK THREE JOBS AND I'M TIRED" status'.... here is the sitch.

Yes, I work three jobs and I classify jobs by something I get paid for. :)

We'll start with what starts first in my day, since I really can't put them in order of importance or any of that. I love them all.

I am a paraprofessional in an Elementary School. What do I do? I pull small groups out of class and work with them on reading and math, trying to get them up to grade level. It is the closest I can get to being a teacher, with out actually having my own classroom.

I am a photographer. I am pretty sure I graduated from momtography over a year ago.  If you don't believe me, you can check me out here.

I am an author. That sounds way cooler than it is, because I'm not published or doing book tours or planning out the movie. I self-publish my own books but so far they've been doing pretty well.

Here is my Author Page on Amazon.

Anyway, this post is more about what is coming next. What now? School lets out on June 6th, which means we have FIVE days left. This summer will be different than any other I've had thus far. My girls will be staying in school and I'll be working from home. Photography keeps me plenty busy, for one, and I also need to work on the third book in my Exceptional series.

I also will not be going back to school in the Fall, at least full-time. I am going to be subbing 2-3 days a week and focusing on photography/writing/housework the other days. Right now I got to school from 9-3:30, get home with both girls around 4:30, and start up photography/book work until bedtime.

I am really looking forward to getting my work done during the day so that I can finally be a mom at night. I want to be able to cook dinner and play with my girls when they are home from school, not expect them to entertain themselves because I have work to do. I am looking forward to getting the cleaning done during the day so we are not scrambling on Saturday mornings. I am looking forward to being able to be more efficient in my other jobs, now that I will not be working full-time. Especially this summer, where I will have four whole days to work! I plan on keeping the girls home for Fun Fridays if I can. :)

This post has no pictures so it is boring, but I will have some of the girls coming up. Plus some party planning stuff for Molly's 3rd Birthday!

The Flying Rat

I'm convinced that there is a flying rat in our bedroom. Dustin however, refuses to believe that and assures me is it a moth. I still don't believe him.

Late last night I was sitting at the desk in our bedroom, the only light coming from the glow of the computer monitor since Dustin was trying to sleep. I was happily minding my own business, working on my soon-to-be best selling novel, when something zipped past my head. It was silent of course, but I caught site of it's large body as it bounced off the computer screen. I was thinking, Just your imagination Jess, you're tired.

Back to typing I went.

A minute or two later something straight out of a horror movie landed in my lap. And since I don't wear pants to bed, your welcome for that little tidbit of information, all I felt was a large, furry body on my thigh.

I froze.
It started to crawl up my leg.

I squealed and knocked it away, pulling off some inept dive move to jump into bed and landing on top of Dustin. Since he can fall asleep in a matter of seconds, he started moaning and grumbling, wondering why the heck I was jumping on top of him.

Me: There is an evil bug/rat thing over my the computer.

Dustin: What makes you think it is evil? Because this would be anyone's natural response.

Me: It tried to crawl up my shirt. I was whispering at this point in case the flying rat could hear us.

Dustin: Maybe it is just perverted.

After I smacked him once or twice he got out of bed and turned the light on. Nothing.

Me: I swear there is a flying rat over here. Notice this time I gave up on the bug theory.

Dustin: Or maybe just a moth?

Me: Doubt it

If you read my rabbit post, you know that we have a history with evil creatures.

I was standing close by his side during this, doing my own searching, when he thought it would be a great time to joke and start searching my hair for this flying rat. Not cool DMill, not cool. Eventually he turned off the light and crawled into bed. I followed, but chose to plant myself in the very center of the bed and clasp my arms around my legs. I was going to sit and watch for this flying rat, but alas, it never showed.

I finally laid down and told Dustin that if I woke up with a bug in my mouth it was his fault to which he responded. "Then don't sleep with your mouth open."