The job interview went really well. I like the company, the culture, and definitely the benefits. It's in my career field and pays pretty good. They hope to make a decision pretty quickly so fingers crossed. We've begin our goal to be debt free by the end of the year and that means I go back to work, which I don't mind since I could then justify paying daycare for Babe Girl and Boy.
In other news... as I was getting ready for the interview today I had both babes in the bathroom with me and here is the conversation that ensued...
Babe Girl: Mom, your weight machine is broken.
Me: No honey, my Scale, is not broken.
BG: Uh Huh, It says I weigh 30lbs and I only weigh 20.
Me: (Trying not to laugh while looking at the scale) No honey, you actually weigh more than 30 pounds. And that's OK.
BG: Fine... I still say it's broken and daddy will fix it when he gets home in 10 days.
I say okay, wait for her to leave, die laughing, and then replay the whole conversation for The Man while driving to my interview... kids say the darnedest things