I love the idea of having a blog and being able to speak to "the people."  However, I am less than excellent at the commitment needed for a blog.  I have not posted anything for over two years.  Surely, I can redeem myself? I will let you be the judge....

In the last two years, we have maintained in our home and raised our boys into a very energetic toddler and preschooler.  We still have the same small living arrangements with dutiful jobs that we are still gainfully employed.  So, same ol on the home front...

On the flip side, we have been diligently attempting to pay off debt and work extra time to pay for said debt.  And we (my husband and I) have yet to figure this all out.  I have turned 30 within the last two years.  Yet, I still feel like a unconfident teenager with money.  Does everybody have hardships?  Is everybody robbing Peter to pay Paul?  We aren't making more debt, but I'm pretty sure we are treading water and not paying tons off either despite our attempts.  Is financial genus a requirement to have a good credit and nice things?  Or is it simply, us "blue collar folk" won't earn enough money that is nessacary to live in a split level in suburbia?  I will admit, I haven't followed our dear president and his policies close enough to critique them, but what has our country come down to?  The all mighty dollar rules the world.  The ideals of raising a family with wholesome values in a nice area is a fleeting concept since we are barely able to keep ourselves out of the ghetto, let alone keep a plush green lawn every Saturday.  The 1950's images of preserved family life feels like a million years ago. So I ask you, how do we transport ourselves back into a time of morals and traditions?  Is it even possible?  Or are we just doomed to ride this hamster wheel till we are flat broke and pushed into the hood and eating our spam?

Where did the middle class go?

Chocolate milk

I know the dietary choices of demanding toddlers frequently include chocolate milk. And I can totally understand why. Chocolate milk and cookies are always included in the lists of comfort food. If I can't sleep, and can't have a moment of peace, then I can at least enjoy some chocolate milk. The discussion about food dependency and body image can be left for another day. Till then cheers!

The Wicked Witch of the West

Why did I name my blog "That's Mrs Wallace to you"? Mostly cause it makes me giggle. First for the centimental reason, my loving coworkers have been calling me Mrs Wallace way before I even had the ring.  I guess I'm an old married lady in a twenty-something's body.  However my second reason is much more entertaining.  In nursing school, I had an instructor that was awful.  I was able to address every instructor by their first name with the exception of the wicked witch of the west.  Crazy's reasoning to only address her as Mrs. X was that we weren't friends and it was proper.  I barely made it out of that class, she made that experience terrible. I giggle thinking about her OCD ways and how I am thankfully a better nurse because I vowed never to be like her. So Mrs. X, Be gone before somebody drops a house on you!