So while we were in Missouri for Thanksgiving, my mom and I were talking. She told me how she hated working when we (my brother and I) were babies, taking us out in the cold to grandma's in the morning,* and how she was sometimes so worn out she couldn't tell if she was sick or just tired, and how she was afraid I was at the same point. So she made me (us) an offer - if we could manage so I didn't have to work, she would buy Lindsay's clothes to help out financially.
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| hiding from Grandma |
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| talking with Uncle Doug |
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| bet Grandpa's asleep before me |
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Grandma doesn't spoil me
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On the way to work Monday morning, we got to talking about could we make it financially, and decided that we could. I double checked, and I had enough in-service time, so I gave my two-week notice that day. And we were all much happier. My original office had disbanded (our special projects were finished) and I had been put in a new colonel's office (nice man, but a job with a lot more politics) and I really missed being with my baby.
Of course, Kent stopped going to California so much, so there wasn't that travel. But he also started working 10 hours of overtime each week, so we didn't even notice a pay "cut".
*side story - Once when it was to be a particularly cold night, Dad and Mom took us back to Grandma Adams' house to spend the night so they would not have to take us out the next morning (mom was always a little paranoid about things). My other grandparents' farmhouse caught fire, and they couldn't find my folks to go out there, cause they weren't at home, they were at grandma's with us. The sheriff tracked dad down and told him, and they hurried out to the farm.... in time for dad to push the old piano that grandma wanted rid of into the fire! Firefighting help was just neighbors, but the horse trough and well were frozen, so there wasn't much to do but watch it burn.
