How Was Your Weekend?

My past two weekends have been quite eventful.

Last weekend, I was off of school for Easter break (thanks, mom and dad, for letting me go to a Catholic college), so I got lots of chances to see family members again. Yay! I also got lots of chances to go to work. Even more yay!

Well, seeing family again was great, as it always is. We spent all of Sunday at my aunt’s house, where I got to see my two brand new baby cousins, Ella and Cole, once again. Oh, they’re just the cutest babies I’ve ever seen!!! I was so happy to spend some time with them again, and I’m just dying to make another visit. But that, unfortunately, will most likely have to wait until after this semester ends due to finals and work and such. Sigh. Oh, well! I spent about eight hours straight with them last week, anyway, so I think I can make it through for now.

But with all that aside, here’s a picture of the two little munchkins:





Two pictures, actually; sorry, I guess I’m a liar. But aren’t they just adorable??? I wuv them sooooo much, and I honestly just can’t wait until they’re old enough for me to unnecessarily spoil! Ah, I’m gonna buy them everything. It’s going to be great!

But then there was the other side of last weekend: work. Work was, um, well, also full of babies, except not in a good way, for, apparently, the Saturday before Easter is also National Take Your Screaming, Crying, Cranky Children Shopping Day!


You don’t know how many kids I almost threw out my store…

But that’s okay cause I don’t either; I lost count.

Anyway, it was an utter nightmare dealing with horribly behaved baby demons all night long, and as much as Easter Sunday and my two little munchkins made me want to one day have babies of my own, I just can’t seem to shake off that Saturday– especially because of the family who accidentally left their stroller (with baby still inside, might I add) in the accessories department and had to come running back in about ten minutes after they left when they finally realized they were down a kid.

I don’t want that to be me. Good Lord, I don’t want that to be me! But if my children scream and cry nonstop, that might just end up being me. So to have kids, or to not have kids: The dilemma of every woman…

As for this weekend, though, it hasn’t been as odd, but it’s certainly one of my more interesting. It’s filled entirely with work, but alongside that has come both revelation and a new job.

Interesting indeed!

The revelation is a bit complicated and so will be posted later (it’s already written but is almost 7,000 words, so yeah…). And as for the new job, well, I’ll also talk about it later, mostly because I’m getting nervous and sweaty just thinking about it, and I don’t have time to get nervous and sweaty; in t-minus two hours, I start my first night at the local paper.

Let me rephrase that, actually: In t-minus two hours, I start my first night at the local paper, which just so happens to be a nationally critically acclaimed paper in a major US city. No pressure, Leah!

I’m just praying that I don’t end up peeing my pants when I get there. I have no idea what to expect, and so I’m kind of losing it. Eeeeeh, whoooo. Eeeeeh, whoooo. Deep breaths, Leah. Deep breaths! In and out, in and out. You can do it! And you will not pee your pants in the process! (Mostly because you just went a few minutes ago.)

Well, in all of this odd change that’s occurring (that I’m not too sure if I like), I ask you to wish me luck, for I definitely need it. And while I hope all goes well, who knows if it actually will. With my luck, it probably won’t! But such is life, eh?

But before I’m done, I’m curious: How was your weekend? I love hearing about other people’s problems; ask any of my friends, and they’ll say it’s my specialty: listening to what’s wrong. So feel free to vent as much as you need! I’m always here to help 🙂

Love you, good luck with whatever you’re doing, and God bless!


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