Another long overdue update!!
Things are going great! I haven't had a chance to blog as frequently as I would like because I don’t have internet
access at my apartment because it is only temporary and figured it would take a
few weeks to have the setup, I might as well wait until I am into the house I
will be renting.
I might have to
figure something else out…going without internet is proving to be
difficult.
That is one excuse for
being weeks behind on the blog, another is I’m still letting thoughts roll
around in my head and let reality sink in.
I never did write about
my first week at work. And I haven’t yet
written about the kids’ first week here and now that they are 2 weeks in, and
one week of school done, I realized I need to write or all of these things will
soon be forgotten.
Week 1: (April 14-17th)
I started work on
Monday, April 14th. I had
orientation in the morning. I met a
woman who is working in a different building and has a completely different
role there. She is so sweet and we
seemed to hit it off. (About a week
later she looked me up in the company white pages and found me…we now have a
day set aside each week to meet for lunch.)
She has a completely
different job than me and couldn’t have a more different background. (She grew up in a Middle Eastern country,
moved to Ireland, got married and moved to Conn.) But what we do have in common is we are both
mothers (she has a 15 month old) and we are both new to the company, etc. I’m so thankful God placed her in my
orientation class and that we could already be friends.
After orientation, my
manager met me downstairs and walked me up to my cube. She handed me my laptop and a box of office
goodies. I worked on getting everything
set up with the help of my cube neighbor.
Already, I call her my work mom.
She is quiet, but I know she would drop everything to help me.
The rest of the day is
now foggy in my memory.
Tuesday-Thursday:
The first week I was
here, I was staying with a friend. We
had so much fun, going shopping some of the nights, running to Target and
getting stuff for my desk, etc. We
stayed up late every night talking and getting to know each other better.
Work went well. The woman I am replacing, and who is
retiring, is quite a character.
(Character: a nice way of saying cranky and rude) Within the first 2 minutes of my training
class on Tuesday she had me feeling like I was a 2 year old. It took me about 2 minutes later to realize
it wasn’t my problem, but hers. I would
take her comments and let them slide off my back…or try and see the humor in
them. Some were so rude I couldn’t help
but almost laugh.
I also realized it
wasn’t me when the managers kept asking me if I was coming back to work after I
went to Ohio for the weekend. At first I
thought that was really odd…of course I was coming back; until one confessed that
most who trains with her threaten to quit.
I told them I was okay, but knowing it really wasn’t me and that they
had my support was comforting.
Wednesday afternoon,
someone asked me something about my previous job and co-workers. I answered them and then the tears threatened
to fall. I started thinking about my
nurse’s and the three I adopted as little sisters. It takes a lot to make me cry, but here I was
sitting at my desk crying over the co-workers/friends I left behind. I realized then how much I missed them and
how close I had become to them.
I’ve met so many
amazing people at this company and the management is incredible. Everyone is polite, helpful, and
friendly. I’m so excited to be a part of
the team there.
I drove back to Ohio
Thursday after work.
Week 2: Monday-Sunday
Monday morning we
pulled out around 3 am on a few hours’ sleep.
I was doing okay, but a few hours into the drive, I had to stop to sleep
a little bit. I ended up stopping a few
times to take a quick nap. The drive there
was much harder than I anticipated. The
further we drove, the harder it was. I
wasn’t expecting these emotions and more than once I found myself crying.
I prayed and prayed and
then remembered that so many people knew I would be on the road that day and
also would be praying for us. It came to
me then that these emotions of fear and apprehension were coming from
Satan. I knew I wanted to move here when
I was 13. Twice when I was single and
young, I almost did but chickened out.
He was there the whole time telling me it was too hard and too
scary. I couldn’t let his voice win and
scare me into turning around and driving back to Ohio. I drove on, recollecting the hundreds of
times God proved to me I really was supposed to move.
We made it to Conn.
about 12 hours later. I can usually make
it in 9, but stopping so much slowed us down.
We found the apartment and unpacked the car and soon after my brother in
law pulled in with the truck and trailer.
A handful of men from the area were there to meet us and helped us
unload. We only unloaded the necessities
and then drove the trailer over to another trailer and moved the rest of the
stuff into there. When the house opens
up we will just drive that trailer and unload it there…much simpler than a
storage unit.
At this point I was
mentally shot. They would ask me
questions (where to put what) and I couldn’t answer. They were so kind (and teased me a little)
and understanding that my brain was fried for the day. Their welcoming kindness and love made the
evening so much easier.
We came back to the
apartment and then my brother in law said goodbye. I didn’t expect it to be as hard as it
was. He was staying with a couple from
church and then was pulling out early the next morning.
Monday night I sat in
my recliner looking around. I can’t
explain the feelings I was feeling, but overwhelmed was at the top of the
list. I stopped myself from thinking and
realized that I was beyond overtired and when I get that tired nothing looks
right and everything looks too hard. I
went to be, thankful my manager had given me Tuesday off work as well.
Tuesday morning we
slept in a little and then went off to the kids’ school to turn in the
paperwork, etc. We found out who their
teachers were and we met Reagan’s teacher but Rhianna’s teacher was out for the
day. We met the principal and he spent a
few minutes talking to the children. He
was kind and welcoming. He spoke to me a
little, but focused on the two children.
That made me so comfortable to see he was wonderful at interacting with
the kids and treated them well. By the
time we left, the kids were excited to start school.
We had been told that
they needed a physical and a TB test. We
found a quick-clinic and everything started out great. Until we got to the finger poke to check
blood volume. Once Reagan’s finger was
poked, it was all over. He started
screaming and running around uncontrollably.
He had never, ever done this in public and I was doing my best to calm
him down.
Once we finally calmed
him down enough for the doctor to come in, it went a little better. Then it came time for the TB test (at this
point they had taken Rhianna out of the room and did her physical and TB test
in the other room) He screamed and screamed.
I did exactly what the book on parenting says not to do: I bribed him
with a toy AND a doughnut. I just wanted
to be done and get us all out of there.
After a few attempts,
he finally let us do the test and be done.
Later that night he told me he planned to scream…that the needle really
did scare him, but he was going to scream like that anyway. Just to make me mad. Honestly, I ‘m not sure if he really did have
it planned, but I pretended to be mad at his little scheme for a minute before
tickling him and snuggling him. I knew
that both kids were at their emotional limits and this wasn’t the week to
punish.
And as his treat he got
a little Lego set and a doughnut. That’s
bad parenting! But in the grand scheme
of things…I still think it was the right thing to do.
Wednesday-Friday:
The kids went to some
people’s house from church, forming new friends and playing with old
friends. They have gotten to know one
lady from church and when they find out they get to see her they always cheer. I’m so thankful for her friendship and help
in getting us settled in.
The TB test couldn’t be
read until Thursday, so that night after work we found our way back at the
clinic. I threatened Reagan vehemently
that if he screamed again he would be in SO MUCH trouble. He just grinned and said “I know”. Thankfully, there were no screams. Only smiles.
Friday I was able to
get out of work a little early to make it back to the school in time to turn in
their medical paperwork. The kids were
okay’d to start school on Monday!
Friday night we had
pizza at some friends’ house and let the kids play. We went home around 9 and crashed. It was a good week, but a tiring one.
We slept in on Saturday
and spent some time at the Laundromat, had ice cream, and went to a park. It was a fairly uneventful day which is what
we needed.
Sunday was our first
‘official’ Sunday at church. We were
welcomed lovingly and I didn’t see the kids most of the day. They were off with friends and they chatted
my ear off on the way home.
We found out at church that there was one girl in 3rd
grade at the elementary school Rhianna was going to. (There are other 3rd grade girls
at church, but they all go to the other elementary schools in town). We also realized that they have the same
teacher! There were some girls with
smiles on their faces!!! I’m so thankful
that God orchestrated this.
We had been invited to someone’s
house for dinner and had a wonderful time there. I know them fairly well, but it was good to
spend more time with them and get to know them even better.
Week 3: Monday-Friday
Monday morning was the
kids’ first day of school. The secretary
said we could come in a little early so I could walk them to their class and
Rhianna could meet her teacher. We told the teacher that Rhianna knew the one
little girl and the teacher said “No way!
I had no idea, but I put you next to her!!” Again, a little gift from God to make it
easier. Since then Rhianna has come home
and I hear all about the fun that she has with her new friend(s).
The kids did
great. And work has been amazing. They told me that I could come in a little
late and leave a little early to help the kids settle in school. I have work I can take home and my manager
said she didn’t care if I took it home, that helping my kids was very important
to them.
This week flew by. The kids act like they have been at this
school all their lives and work doesn’t feel so new anymore. I’m starting to recognize faces in the halls,
I know where things are, and I know how a typical day should go. I’m starting to pick up on the lingo and
during meetings I am starting to be able to follow along. Taking the bus doesn’t seem so scary anymore,
it is rather relaxing and I enjoy the ride in to work. I know we all have a lot to learn, but we are
starting to settle in.
We are all doing
great. The worst is being separated from
Riley, but we talk multiple times a day.
We are half way done and in a few weeks I’ll be back in Ohio for a week
to get him.
Everything is going so
well, so when I started feeling blunky the other night I couldn’t figure out
what was bothering me. I thought about
my past few weeks and realized that it was a bunch of meaningless little things
that were adding up and creating a shadow of frustration.
Little things like I
don’t know the shortest way to Target. I
know how to get there, but I know I’m taking the long way. I want to make cookies, but can’t because my
stuff is still in storage, I can’t get my mail, (I tried to get a PO box, but
it takes so long for approval, I’m just going to wait until I’m in the new
house to get a mailing address…which is why I haven’t given it to anyoneJ) I stopped myself from thinking and realized, once
again I was overtired. I made myself go
to bed and in the morning realized all of these new things will figure
themselves out and it really isn’t a big deal.
Yesterday the kids and I
are went to the beach. The sun was finally shining
and we are going to go out and enjoy the day building castles in the sand and hike up the rocks. (Pictures and post to come!!)
Praise the Lord! Thankful for each step of progress you and your children have made. Can see His awesome provision at your workplace and your children's school. Thankful for the blessing of friends - new and old. Such beautiful encouragement for your days. Continued prayers for wisdom & insight as you settle in to your new area.
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