i love my job, i love my job...

Maybe if I say it enough, it will come true?

Work is beyond stressful. My lovely manager, who fought tooth and nail to re-hire me, had a job opportunity come up in his home state and he took it. I can't blame him. Being close to family is important. But that has made work THAT much more stressful. Because the loss of his knowledge base? Irreplaceable. Plus, the extra special touch? Note how I said my manager fought to re-hire me? Well, the senior management team that DIDN'T want to rehire me (well, I don't mean me personally, they didn't want to rehire ANYONE) had the nerve to ask me to be the deputy manager for the meantime. So, the company that didn't think I was worth keeping around when they took over is now begging ME for a favor. Bastards. But, me, being the sucker that I am, said yes. *facepalm*

On a less stressful note, my Christmas stuff is all done. ALL presents have been bought. The decorations are up. The new Fakey McFakerton tree has been assembled (and for a fakey, it does look rather nice). The house has been deep cleaned. So, bring it on Christmas...Imma ready for ya'! Plus, it is my mom's turn to make Christmas dinner this year. Squeal!

My kids are growing like weeds. The Boy has gotten so tall that he can look me square in the eye. He will be taller than me before summer arrives. The Girl is turning seven tomorrow. SEVEN. TOMORROW. NOOOOO! The Baby is growing too. She is nice and fat. She even has kankles. And she has the whole family wrapped around her chubby finger. We do anything to make her smile and giggle at us. The cuteness would be nauseating if she wasn't mine. :)

So, to sum up: work = stress and kids = awesome. The end.