Nursery - almost there!

Eisley's room is almost done! Well, all the major parts are. We painted the walls a very pale pink, which is hard to tell in the pics. Justin painted the changing table/dresser and we added glass pink knobs. Last weekend my dad painted the cherry blossom tree! We just got the shabby chic chandelier at Target. It's white with pink flowers on it.
Here's some of the pictures, click to enlarge:

Nursery Progress

We got a lot done on this nursery this past week! Finished painting it pale pink, we painted the changing table/dresser and gave it new knobs. I added a little stick on wording I got at Hobby Lobby. The curtains are brown and from Walmart. Yesterday,my dad helped paint a cherry blossom tree on the wall. I'll have more pictures soon, after we get the room cleaned up a little. But here are some pics from the work in progress:

here is the changing table/dresser before painting:


here it is getting it's makeover:


here's the light switch plate I made for her room:


my dad working on the cherry blossom tree:




Now all we need is a crib and a baby.

The Nursery Has Begun

So tonite we finally started working on the nursery. You may already know we have a brown and pink cherry blossom theme. Painted the walls a very light pink, called 'Ballerina Gown' by Behr. We're trying to get most of it done before my baby shower on June 7th, and we're off to a good start.

I'll keep ya updated on the progress, but so far, it's just a somewhat painted pink room with a taken apart changing table in the middle (which J got at a yard sale this past week for only $50)...

I used to like my job.... really

This is a disturbingly blunt and honest post... don't judge me.

I really did used to like, even love at times, my job. The kids were cute and fun, I was flattered that parents trusted me with their kids hair, and the money was so worth it...

That's all changed. I won't claim to have the hardest job in the world, I know all jobs have their stressors. But honestly - I really do believe it's harder than your average job. Sometimes it seems as if no one really gets it, there's a reason why 75% of beauty school grads drop hairstyling withing 5 years of being licensed. At work, I'm on my feet 8.5-9 hours a day, many times leaning over a shampoo sink or akwardly positioned around a kid who refuses to sit straight or look where I ask him to.

On busy days - which are common - I do anywhere from 20-30 haircuts. Unlike your typical hairstylist, I don't just have to keep 20-30 people happy. 20-30 haircuts at my job means keeping 40-60 people happy - because mom is my client too. And thats if fussy dads or grandmas don't tag along, which they often do. Most days, I at least have one child who screams and/or thrashes during his haircut. 90% of them move constantly during their haircuts. It's really shocking how much I don't mess up or cut a child- usually just my own fingers. If I don't keep up with the rest of the salon and crank those haircuts out in 10-15 minutes, I start to hear about it in our weekly meetings. Busy days I have to fight for my lunches, because families keep walking in for haircuts. Due to the kid friendly atmosphere, I have to fake a smile ALL DAY.

Now add 6.5 months pregnant to all that.

I'm not trying to throw myself a pity party, I realize plenty of people have worse jobs, and I chose this job. You can't deny, however, my job is stressful. And I think I'm losing it. I'm becoming burnt out. I've developed a short fuse with these kids since I got pregnant. And it's not like I just have a 2 or 3 year old of my own to deal with. These kids aren't mine. I don't love them. I don't think they're darlings. I'm not immune to being grossed out by the boogers and cradle cap and messy faces and stinky diapers - I'm not mom! Sorry.

Today I got mad at 3 different situations.
- The first was when a little girl, probably not even two years old yet, stuck her foot against by belly and pushed, annoyed that I was in her face cutting her bangs. The mother bear in me came out and I screamed at her in my head, "MY LITTLE GIRL IS IN THERE YOU LITTLE SHI**!" Please don't think I'm a horrible person for thinking that. At least I still kept my fake smile on...
- The second was a little boy (whose mother had a HORRID mullet) about 5, who kept demanding that I hand him the computer mouse as soon as he sat in my chair (the kids can play computer games during their haircuts). "Give me that! Give that to me!" He kept saying repeatedly. I grabbed the mouse finally and said, "'Please', you mean?" He said "Please" and I said, "You have to use your manners here!" Did mom hear? I don't know. But I hope so. She should be embarassed that her child thinks its okay to talk to adults like that. My mom would have smacked me if I had ever talked to an adult that way!
- The third was when I'd been trying to find a spot for lunch for about an hour, and I was starving and starting to get weak and dizzy. I was just about done with a haircut and there were no more clients waiting - I was about to be able to go to lunch finally! Then some mom walks in again with three haircuts... I can't leave my coworker with three haircuts. I strangled the mom in my head. She did nothing wrong. But I was just sooo frustrated.

Okay, so I admit it! I'm bitter. And I don't like it. I'm totally being honest here, and I'm not proud of what I'm saying. But this job has made me so bitter at people (particularly inconsiderate parents and their rude kids). That, and my back and hips hurt so bad after a full day of working, which is getting worse every week... that I'm thinking I can't do this any more...

I want to be a happy, nice person. This job is no longer allowing that :(

Jerk Husband of the Week

- If you read my previous posts, you know these "jerk husbands" of which I speak are NOT Justin or anything like him -

So this week, one lady talked about how her husband won't try and feel the baby because he thinks "it's gross" and is kinda weirded out by his wife's body. Of course, you can imagine how this makes his poor pregnant wife feel (during one of those vulnerable times of her life already).

GROW UP! I see on the TLC show Bringing Home Baby, sometimes the dads are all sickened by their newborns diapers and refuse to change them. Are we in 5th grade again? Do pregnant women have cooties? It's so flippin' immature and stupid...

These "men" make me sick! If Justin ever acted that way about my body or my newborn (not that he would, it's called maturity) I'd seriously smack him. Hard.

I SAW Eisy kick today...

Yes I've already nicknamed her "Eisy".

Man, there's nothing like laying there and watching your stomach throb with the kicks of another human inside of you. So strange and cool. From what I know of her so far, she's either going to be a kick boxer or a break dancer...

Justin can finally feel her now, she's gotten so active.

Here's my PREGNANCY TIP of the week: When you're pregnant and your husband is cooking and asks you to smell some raw chicken breasts to see if they're spoiled...

FOR THE LOVE, DON'T DO IT!
I was over the sink gagging for a few minutes afterwards. Yep, bad idea, that one.