So, this is my first entry, and my first time writing something longer than a couple of sentences since God knows when. Although I really used to enjoy it.
Anyway I'm Jordyn and my sons name is Carson. We live in a small town in Alberta Canada. It reminds me very much of the town town from the movie Sweet Home Alabama. Pigeon Creek, I think it was called.
I'm happily unmarried to my boyfriend (actually we're engaged but I dont want to sound too pretentious) Dustin.
I work as a hairstylist, but being in a small town there's no salons here that meet my needs. The salon I am in right now is too crazy to even talk about, and if you can imagine what the small town hair salon stereotype is, that's where I'm working. I go home every day smelling of perm and coffee, and really have learned nothing more than the day before.
So I've made this decision to start a day home. My boss is unaware of that decision as of yet because...well I'm a big fat chicken whose too afraid to tell her. I know she'll be angry and she isnt someone you want to piss off. Carson is impossible to get ready in the morning and its a fight all the way to the babysitters house because all he wants to do is spend his entire day with me. But when I'm in a rush in the morning, I cant spend the time to comfort him like I would like and sometimes I get angry, then I spend my whole day feeling guilty.
Dustin and I have been planning baby number 2 for a while, but the timing just never seems right. We'd like to have it before Carson is 5 and he's already 3 and a half. It sounds like a lot of time, but for many of those planning another child, it isnt really a lot of time what with being preggers for 9 months and just finding the right time and having the right amount of expendible income (which seems impossible nowadays).
All in all, life is good and everything seems to be looking up, even if the economy is looking down.
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