So. I'm swearing off Vegas until I can forget the pain of losing all that money. Holy mother of pearl it was bad. I did well on the first day, but after that it was just one depressing loss after another. Since I had that initial bout of luck, I kept feeding the machines, hoping to hit it again. That little plan didn't work out so well. Luckily we swam and saw the sites and walked and walked and walked. An awesome time was had by all. And we didn't spend more than we could afford to/planned to lose. But, oh how I wanted to spend more.*
I changed my blog subtitle today. No more life in West Texas for us, it's all Phoenix, all the time. We are finally settled,** together, and not going anywhere anytime soon.*** It's kind of sad, kind of exciting. Sad in that I'll miss the W's (M2 and her family) so, so, so much. Exciting in that I went to Sprouts today and it was like a bulk aisle Disneyland. I've never been so excited over flour before! I swear I heard the Hallelujah chorus as I scooped blue corn flour into my bag. And the grains! Oh, the GRAINS!
I start work next Tuesday. I'm officially a working mom again. I even shopped today for (oh, the horror!!!) work clothes.**** I have the whole nervousexcitedanxious feeling going on with going back to work. But happy to have found something so quickly and easily. Happy and relieved!
And have I mentioned how much I love that MM gets to stay home with BW? He's even taking an active role in homeschooling. Math has always been MM's thing, and he's been skeptical about the math we've been doing up until now. He started working with BW himself today, just before they went golfing. Which, seriously? Awesome. A little homeschooling and then a day on the golf course with your dad? What a perfect day! And I'll take anything to do with reading or history over math any day, so it's win-win if you ask me. I still plan on working on CSMP like we have in the past, but it's always nice to have MM more involved and trying out some things he wants to do with BW.
*I offered MM certain things in exchange for just a little more money. And was shot down. He'll vacuum for it, but draws the line at cash? WTF?
***So says MM.
****Very depressing on a few different levels: I need to lose weight so there's that whole issue. Then after all the walking we did in Vegas, and the hours of walking done today, my feet are killing me. Not to mention my knee that I wrecked in a ATC accident when I was 15 is aching like mad from all the walking. I'm hobbling around like an old person. AND I really need to have my face waxed because I'm growing a beard. A BEARD. I now need to wax my FACE. No wonder MM won't pay for it. I'm turning into a crippled, hairy, casino whore. What is happening to me????