Joooooobs

So Georgia is pretty nice. I love it. The air is clean, the people are friendly, and i feel at home.
Something I didn't expect? Having to get a job. That may sound naive, but hear me out.
I have a kid, an infant. My husband said that when we got to Georgia, it would be my choice whether or not I was going to be a stay at home mom. I wanted to be one, in all honesty. I enjoy watching my daughter grow. It's the best feeling in the world to see her smile at me. And I want more kids (five, at least) so I fully expected to be a mom full time. Then in comes my husband, talking about me getting a job and what I should be doing.
If he wanted me to get a job I could have, but telling me what to do? I-yi-yi. I don't know how many times I have to remind him that we are partners, and he needs to discuss-not inform. I love this guy so much, but sometimes I'd really like to strangle him.
Happy thoughts....happy thoughts.....

Anyways, I love Georgia, and I will be blogging a lot about life here as a mom, wife, and
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Whatever else I decide to do.

Xoxo,
Mama Wolf;)

To Georgia

Sooooooo.....
California girl is getting ready to move to Georgia. I know no one (personally) but my husband and my baby...to say I'm nervous is an understatement. I feel like I'm going to simultaneously spill all my stomach contents on the flight attendant and cry for my sister, Hannah.

Oddly I'm nervous more about how my daughter is going to adjust to all the new people, new places, new weather....

I know supposedly babies adjust very well but I never did...what if she gets some weird baby syndrome of unhappiness because we are horribke parents who moved her across the country?

Okay...so that's unlikely..but still,  I get nervous. Being an adult and a mom and a wife and a sister and a best friend and a daughter and a granddaughter .....all of that can be exhausting. I feel exhausted just thinking about getting adjusted to all of this again. As far as I'm concerned, there will be no moving or plane rides for at least one year.

Hopefully.

Maybe.

Please?

Xoxo,
Mama Wolf