I may have made a mistake.

My first week of being a work-from-home mom is quickly coming to and end, and, real talk, it has NOT been what I expected. There is just so much to do! I know that it will take awhile to figure out a routine, and to get Brooks on a regular schedule, so hopefully this week has just been a test and it will (fingers crossed) get better!

A few things I have learned this week:

1. The flu spares no one. Brooks was sent home from daycare last Friday with what they thought was the flu. So my last day of work was cut short (I ain't even mad) so that I could go pick him up. But then he only puked one more time, so I was like psssssshhhhhhh, that's not the flu. Well guess who got the flu? EVERYBODY WHO LIVES IN MY HOUSE. It started Sunday with Lincoln puking in the kitchen trashcan and didn't end until the last shit was taken on Wednesday morning. Not the ideal start to my new lifestyle....

2. Trying to run a business from home while simultaneously being responsible for an 8 month old is a kind of exhausting that I never knew existed. No lie, "What was I thinking?" has been muttered no less than 9,080,476 times this week. I use to spend 6 hours a day just playing on the Internet, and a couple days this week I couldn't even find the time to comb my hair.

I can't get anything done. And my house is disgusting.

The reason I can't get anything done. And why my house is disgusting.

3. Words babies either don't understand, or give zero fucks about:

stop

no

don't

please
seriously

their name

4. Brooks sleeps WAY less than I thought he would, and eats WAY more than I thought he would.

Eating.

Eating.

Eating.

So it's been....intense, to say the least. But there have also been some redeeming moments, such as getting to spend all day with the funniest, happiest baby I've ever met.

And getting to have french toast for lunch. That pretty much cancels out all the bad shit.

Tears, cake, and baby puke.

Today was my last day at work! I have officially made the switch to being a work from home mom. It was actually very bittersweet. As much as I hated that job (with every fiber of my being) I liked a lot of my coworkers. 

There were tears, and then there was me yelling at everybody to get it together. I hate when people cry. I got several awkward hugs. 

And then, as I'm in the middle of training my replacement (a loud, swearing, smoking Kentuckian who has a gay brother and lives in sin with her boyfriend. I thought she was fantastic and wished we could've worked together, but all the uber religious conservatives that work there are going to eat her alive.) I get a call that Brooks is throwing up, from what is most likely the flu. Fantastic. So I have to cut my last day short (boo hoo). 

But not before I got most ridiculously girly and colorful cake EVER!!

So now I am on to the next chapter of my life. And it is going to rock.

Fist Pump Friday

Happy Friday my pretties!!

Hope you all have had a stellar week...I know I have!

So this Fist Pump Friday is all about the good things in my life right now, like....

*Going to see the Shriner's about Lincoln's legs yesterday, and them giving us hope that his bones are working really hard to correct themselves, so we may not need surgery! YAY! It was so cool to see the xrays that actually showed the new bone forming, and to be reassured that, in time, my little man will be able to run and play sports and do what ever else he feels like doing...with out being held back by physical problems.

*Being a week closer to starting my new big girl job! I just have next week left at the job from hell, then I'm off to bigger and better things! And new professional clothes....which means I better get shopping. i have worn nothing but jeans to work for the past 3.5 years, and the new gig says helltotheno to the dungarees. Upside? I love a perfectly indisputable reason to go shopping. Downside? My town has a serious lack of good shopping spots....

*But STL doesn't! Which is exactly where I'll be this weekend. Me and the boys are heading back to St. Louis tomorrow to catch the Rangers vs. Blues hockey game, and I'm just thinking I might be able to put on my best puppy dog eyes to say "but Richard, I HAVE to have new work clothes! puh-puh-puh-PLEASE take me shopping??" Works like a charm! 

Have a freakin fantastic weekend!!

♥♥♥

I wouldn't say I invented tacky, but I definitely brought it to its present high popularity.

Sometimes I wonder...am I tacky???

I am pondering this notion right now as I sit at work eating my grocery store sushi. The fact that its grocery store sushi isn't even the worst part. The worst part is that my sweet, sweet husband got me the wrong kind. I mean, I'm a classy lady, and when I say I want sushi, I CLEARLY want sushi with cream cheese in it...you know, to cover the taste of raw fish. So when hubby shows up after his grocery store run last night with spicy tuna rolls instead of California rolls, I do what any good sushi connoisseur would do. I added my own dollops of cream cheese on top.

See pictures below.

Yes, that is a plastic spoon. I used it to mix my soy sauce and wasabi. I mentioned that I was classy, no?

I am not proud of this. But to make myself feel a little less tacky, I added some fancy photoshopping to these photos.
Please don't judge me.

My new obsession...

Tiny Houses!! Aren't they just the cutest things?? I NEED one in my life. I think it would be just perfect to have a tiny house to use as my.......workspace. Did you think I wanted to live in one?! No way. I need my space. I just want to park one in my backyard as a cute little getaway. Enjoy!

ahhhhhhhhhhh. Heaven.

In need of $$$$$

I have been lucky enough to work part time since the birth of my son nearly 7 months ago. Until now. My hubby and I are officially feeling the weight of this recession, and I have been forced against my will to return to work full-time. I am NOT happy! But I am even less happy when I have to eat off the dollar menu, so I guess this is the less of two evils. Its not that I am lazy and just don't want to work (although I am and don't) but I just want to spend as much time as possible with my little man. I hate the thought of someone else getting to see fun little moments, or god forbid, see a huge milestone. I also hate the feeling of not being in control of what goes on around him. How can I control what he hears and sees?? How do people deal with feeling like someone else is raising their child?

My husband and I are constantly trying to come up with new ideas for my etsy shop (www.stoic.etsy.com) in the ongoing effort for me to stay at home with our son, so hopefully there will be some really cool new additions soon. Until then, Ill be unhappily toiling away at my desk, spending all my precious time working for the man. :(

First Stoic post!!!

Hello! This is Stoic first blog, how exciting!! You may be wondering...what is Stoic??? Don't worry, I will tell you!!

Stoic is..........................................
My husband and I making things we like and hoping others will enjoy them as well. We put everything we have into everything we make, so we know you will be pleased with your purchase!! We are both recent college graduates, me with a degree in advertising and art, and my hubby with a degree in graphic design. He has found a job in his field that is a stepping stone, while I'm having a tough time getting in to the real world! I have realized it is very nearly impossible to find a creative job when you live in Evansville, Indiana. On top of this, we are about to have our first child, a boy to be named Lincoln. With this in mind, I can't help but think how great it would be to quit my dead end, boring desk job, and instead spend my days raising a kick ass son and being inspired to make more and more wonderful items. Wouldn't it be nice if my full time job could be making things for you to buy and enjoy?
Alas, this may never happen, as we have bills to pay, and so far the handmade goods business has not been very financially rewarding!!
So I will continue to toil away at my day job, aimlessly filing, typing, and being a slave to my unappreciative boss. The only thing that keeps me going is the thought of coming home to my crafty sanctuary, spending my evenings watching Scrubs reruns with my baby and coming up with new items for my shop.