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;)

Choices

I've always wondered why we make the choices we do when everything you know tells you its a bad idea. 

The flashing neon sign that is your common sense is going off like it's Friday at the club.

And you, the one in control of your body (though if we are being honest common sense should probably be in control 99% of the time) decide to ignore it. 

You're like, "No, this is a great idea, why should I listen to the perfectly logical part of my brain?"

So here I am. And this is where it's brought me. And I feel like a complete moron.