I love the weekend

We're watching Avatar and Nadia is getting bored. She wants him to hurry up and turn into a "blue guy." She also seems to think she's going to be able to stay awake for the whole movie. She just moaned "I'm bored"

Ok, it's the next day and she only made it through the first hour before she declared that we needed to turn off the movie because she was tired. She watched the rest of it today by herself, I showed her how to use the DVD player remote to skip through scenes. I heard on the monitor that she ended up skipping through most of the movie. I asked why and she said it was because she didn't like some parts. I'm not surprised, but it's funny. She was so upset when John and I went to see it in the theater, she wanted to go too. I knew there was no way she'd make it through that long of a movie and the plot would probably be too slow. But she was so excited when Nana bought it. Oh well. The kid watches too much TV anyway.

I've been so tired lately. Preston is FINALLY sleeping through the night (he had been for a while, but last time he got sick that stopped) but I still haven't had a night of solid sleep. Between Nadia and John, or even my bladder, it hasn't happened. I hope one day I know what it's like to be well rested. Or maybe that's just a dream...

We're still trying to figure out where we're going to live and what we're going to do. John's resume has passed the first stage for a job at Dow, pray for us that he gets the job. Or any good job. I look at how little money we have and I just don't understand how anybody could live off of minimum wage. When I was in school I was making $8/hr, which was more than the $5.15/hr minimum wage, and I got by okay living by myself. I didn't really have anything, but I had my own apartment and paid my bills. I can't imagine raising a child on it though. And honestly, I can't believe how much people are trying to charge for rent in some places in Saginaw. It's a piece of crap town, where most of the people that are renting rather than buying probably don't have a lot of money. I don't know if the landlords are counting on their tenants utilizing Section 8 or what, but it's kind of ridiculous.

I'm sad it's already Saturday night. Sundays go by way too quickly. Somebody give me a few million dollars so I can quit my job

It's Friday night

And I'm feeling alright...

Yeah. So, we got back from a birthday party not too long ago, it was really nice to get out and socialize with other adults. We don't get out much and when we do, it's usually just the two of us. I made enchiladas for the party, which was my first solo attempt at them. I think they tasted just like my mom's, which is what I was going for. She didn't leave me feeling very confident in my ability to do that ("Wouldn't you be better off just making tostadas?") but I guess that's just the way she is. I love my mother and appreciate all she has done and does for me, but I really hope that is not a trait I've picked up on, for my children's sake.

Things are going okay for us. John would really like a better job, but with this economy and him not having a degree, it's not so great. Even if he had a degree... looking at jobs I've seen so many openings for people with PhD's or several years of very specific experience. But, something's gotta give. His parents will be moving in a couple of months so our expenses are going to go up. We're going to be looking for someplace to live and some affordable daycare at that time. So fun...

The kids are great. Preston is always learning something new, and so is Nadia. She is such a great big sister, always helping us out. Preston likes it sometimes, other times he just gets mad and pushes her away. They bring such joy to my life every day, I can't imagine my life if I were not a mother.

Oh, sábanas means sheets. Get it? Ha ha. A lot of Marines called John by that name over the years.