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;)

Being a mom

I really had no idea being a mom would change me so drastically. I knew life would change, obviously.  But me? I didn't have a clue as to how much one little girl could change me down to my very soul.

One thing I've noticed is my selfishness has turned into selflessness. I only worry about my daughter and my husband. Here I am, sick as a dog, and all I can think about is if he brought a blanket for the baby (he didn't ) or if he fed himself (nope).

Another thing that's changed? My opinion on places to live. I'm sure you know, I used to basically be in the "California is the best" mindset. Don't get me wrong, it's still the best....but it'snot the best for my daughter right now. Which means that for the time being, I won't be living there either. I'm moving to a place that was never on my list of places to live (mostly because bugs scare me and i don't like humidity). Everyone says the south is going to be this giant culture shock, and they're probably right....but I know I'll be fine, because my daughter will be happy.

That seems to be all that matters to me. Her happiness.

And don't get me started on the lack of sleep. But again, it doesn't matter. Because when i stumble into her room at 3 a.m. with a bottle and a bad attitude,  i see her face, and suddenly I'm happy to be there. Sometimes I'm even secretly happy my husband didn't get to her first.

I'm no longer the person I used to be. I put her before everyone. Even people i once constantly made excuses for. I guess I'm not the teenage gypsy anymore. Now I'm a mama wolf ;)