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&lt;br /&gt;Things have changed a lot since I last "blogged".  I did end up leaving my job at Pinecone but did not go to work in the hotel industry.  Instead I went in a completely different direction and went to work in a bank.  I LOVE my job and I'm so glad that I went to work there.  I work 2 minutes from home and I can literally look out the window of the bank and see the school where my oldest daughter attends &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grade 5&lt;/span&gt;.  Wow! Did I just say grade 5??? I guess that is a whole other topic :) 
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&lt;br /&gt;One other thing that has changed in my life is that I'm actually taking care of myself.  I'm running, something I wasn't sure I would ever be able to do successfully, but then again what makes a person a successful runner?  I run with my sister in law a few times per week.  We began with a program called Couch to 5k.  It was fantastic, just what we needed to get us started.  I remember in the beginning thinking I would never be able to run for 30 minutes straight which was the end goal of the program; but guess what? We did it! We can now run a 5k in 30 min and we will be doing our 1st organized run this fall. 
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&lt;br /&gt;That brings me to the point of blogging again.  As I am beginning to take care of myself more I thought that this fall it might be beneficial to do one of those 21 day cleanse diets.  Not a diet to lose weight but just to rid my body of all the toxins that add up over a life time of eating junk.  I have picked a date to start this "cleanse" yet and I'm thinking that instead of following a program I may pick and chose aspects and recipes from all different detox and cleanse diets.  When i start i will plan to blog daily about what I ate and how I felt at the end of each day.  I'm already nervous about how i will feel giving up coffee for 21 days.....i actually shudder when I think about it right now.  So why do I plan to blog about this?  It's more for me then for anyone else.  I'm hoping that by writing it all down it will help me stick to it and maybe just maybe there will be people out there who find it interesting to read as well.
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I need to get a few things from my mind down on paper so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little back story....i stayed home with Nadia until she was almost 4 at which time I started working at the Pinecone Campground in the office there.  Because it is a campground i only work 5 months of the year leaving the other 7 to be home with the girls.  the 5 months of the year that I do work, i work every other weekend and my shifts are 10 hours long and of late this has caused a problem for Rob.  He really dislikes me working every other weekend as he feels we really don't get any family time in the summer.  I'm summerizing here because i know there is more then just that to his complaint.  Moving forward a bit.....i really enjoy working.  I love when I am able to fix a problem and when people know that it's from something I did that made their life easier.  I love the apprciation i get from the customers I serve and from the people i work for.  I feel valued here in a way that I don't at home.  Now, wait just a moment, i'm not saying that I don't feel valued at home because I do, but it's in a completely different way.  I'm sure I don't have to explain that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's where the crossroads comes into play.  Over the winter while I was off I started thinking about what it would be like when the time comes that I go back to work full time year round.  When i would, where i would, if i would, etc, etc.  I have thought that because of how much I enjoy my job that I would like to work in the hotel industry preferably at a front desk.  So, on Saturday while Driving to Moncton i drove by the new Hampton Inn that is bebing constructed on Mapleton Dr and see a big sign that says "now hiring".  I've not been able to think of anything else since then.  I've gone online and looked at the job add.  I've even updated my resume, but here's the thing.  Next year is Livy's last year before going to school.  Do I really want to go back to work full time at this time in her life or do I want to hold off one more year.  By waiting, the job will no longer be there but that's not to say a new one won't exsit.  It will also mean that I only have to pay for after school child care which will really help us out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going back and reading over everything i have written so far, it really seems that the best thing to do is wait.  There will be other jobs, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for anyone who is reading this how would you go about telling your current employer that you only plan to work 1 more year here.  Keep in mind that I love my boss and not only think of him as a boss but as a friend and I know that the idea of me leaving will really take him off gaurd.  He has plans for me to be here for years to come, but i'm just not sure it's enough for me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1490280819011314386-1779964389858668139?l=raisingdaughters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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