So I banished him to Siberia.
Well, not exactly. Today, my dear C took off for the Arctic.
Yes, the Arctic. Really, who gets to say that?
He's off on an Arctic research cruise, which involves three flights, and then a helicopter to a ship just shy of somewhere in the Bering Sea.
Yes, he will actually be able to see Russia from his house.
As for me, this marks the first time Baby and I will be going it alone for a whole 10 days.
Nervous, you ask? Whatever should I be nervous about? How bad could handling an active 18 month old be?
Exactly. I appreciate you not answering that.
So we begin day one. I'll be keeping the wine bottle count here, so be sure to tune in frequently to see how I'm "handling" things.
Current wine count: One glass. (OK, a really big glass. Work with me here.)
Monday, March 16, 2009
A lifting of the fog
Sheesh, I can be dark.
Such is what happens when these couple of demons I do battle with from time to time get sneaky, conspire together, and decide to gang up on me.
But thankfully, I've gotten my wind back after their sneak smack in the gut, and am feeling better.
Thanks for bearing with me, all. Now, back to our normally scheduled chaos of mommyhood.
Such is what happens when these couple of demons I do battle with from time to time get sneaky, conspire together, and decide to gang up on me.
But thankfully, I've gotten my wind back after their sneak smack in the gut, and am feeling better.
Thanks for bearing with me, all. Now, back to our normally scheduled chaos of mommyhood.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Me-lancholy
Maybe it's the weather. Or maybe I've mysteriously lapsed back into the seventh grade. Or it could be that haze that I usually can outrun has caught up with me as it does from time to time.
Whatever it is, I'm feeling so inexplicably sad and lonely right now. With no good reason to, mind you. But it's the kind of thing when you keep checking e-mail, or looking at your phone, just in case there might be a message. Any message, but particularly one from someone you haven't heard from in a long time, or who just had to call to say how great you were. And each time, you look away, disappointed.
It's a lot like those junior high years, where a message scrawled by your mom on a notepad that so and so called - or worse, no note at all - could make or break your day.
The vast number of communications methods that can you mock you with their silence is worse now though, and if it's this way for a grown woman, I can only imagine being 13 again. Rejection for me was limited to staring relentlessly at the French phone in my room, willing it to ring. Now, kids can be snubbed on Facebook, on Twitter, by e-mail, by text message. And worse, there's no hoping that maybe they were just too busy to call. All those status updates proclaim otherwise.
As for me, I'll push through the haze, probably much in the same way I did back in seventh grade: sometimes sloppily, sometimes gracefully, and mostly stubbornly, all while listening to too much 1980's music. And eventually, I'll make that French phone ring.
Whatever it is, I'm feeling so inexplicably sad and lonely right now. With no good reason to, mind you. But it's the kind of thing when you keep checking e-mail, or looking at your phone, just in case there might be a message. Any message, but particularly one from someone you haven't heard from in a long time, or who just had to call to say how great you were. And each time, you look away, disappointed.
It's a lot like those junior high years, where a message scrawled by your mom on a notepad that so and so called - or worse, no note at all - could make or break your day.
The vast number of communications methods that can you mock you with their silence is worse now though, and if it's this way for a grown woman, I can only imagine being 13 again. Rejection for me was limited to staring relentlessly at the French phone in my room, willing it to ring. Now, kids can be snubbed on Facebook, on Twitter, by e-mail, by text message. And worse, there's no hoping that maybe they were just too busy to call. All those status updates proclaim otherwise.
As for me, I'll push through the haze, probably much in the same way I did back in seventh grade: sometimes sloppily, sometimes gracefully, and mostly stubbornly, all while listening to too much 1980's music. And eventually, I'll make that French phone ring.
Overheard in the Kitchen
After hearing a short gasp coming from the kitchen, C stated the following wisdom:
"It's not good when you see the blood and you don't feel the pain, is it?"
(Postscript: Thankfully, it was a near miss, and the culprit was more strawberry juice than blood.)
"It's not good when you see the blood and you don't feel the pain, is it?"
(Postscript: Thankfully, it was a near miss, and the culprit was more strawberry juice than blood.)
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Don't go changing
Money doesn't just stay put. We get a big check, a big bonus, a big payoff, and invest it, and think we've moved our gamepiece to a new spot on the board.
If there's anything this economic mess has taught us, it's that a move from the "Sorry" game does exist. You can find yourself sliding back to start. Just because you know have $100 doesn't mean that $100 will be more tomorrow, like we've all experienced for the past few years.
I just realized friendships are the same way. I'm fortunate to have very dear friends, whom I still equate to value they were at when they first became strong, even decades ago. But it just dawned on me (not for any particular reason, just some insight), that, like investments, they need to be checked in on and maintained in order to remain solid, and hopefully grow.
A good lesson in both the currency of life and love.
If there's anything this economic mess has taught us, it's that a move from the "Sorry" game does exist. You can find yourself sliding back to start. Just because you know have $100 doesn't mean that $100 will be more tomorrow, like we've all experienced for the past few years.
I just realized friendships are the same way. I'm fortunate to have very dear friends, whom I still equate to value they were at when they first became strong, even decades ago. But it just dawned on me (not for any particular reason, just some insight), that, like investments, they need to be checked in on and maintained in order to remain solid, and hopefully grow.
A good lesson in both the currency of life and love.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Well of Inspiration
I'm starting a new category here. I read a ton of stuff for work, much of which is on workplace issues, how to improve your career, creativity, etc.
I realize I'm not putting them all in one place.
So now I am. Anything I read that I:
a) Want to return to again for inspiration or ideas or thoughts
b) Find myself going, a-ha! Really? Huh, interesting
I shall now gather up and stash here.
Here's the first one: Copyblogger has a great list of ways of How to Be Interesting.
Enjoy!
I realize I'm not putting them all in one place.
So now I am. Anything I read that I:
a) Want to return to again for inspiration or ideas or thoughts
b) Find myself going, a-ha! Really? Huh, interesting
I shall now gather up and stash here.
Here's the first one: Copyblogger has a great list of ways of How to Be Interesting.
Enjoy!
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Rock of Love
How do you know your husband loves you?
He skips the Pajama Gram Valentine's Day gift and instead goes straight for Guitar Hero.
How do you know your husband really loves you?
He gives you Guitar Hero nearly a full week before Valentine's Day, as soon as he brings it home.
How do you know your husband really, really loves you?
He cracks up at your level of GH excitement, refrains (mostly) from making comments about his wife acting like a 12 year old boy, and lets you sleep in when Baby doesn't seem to understand that Mommy HAD to stay up until 3 a.m. desperately trying to defeat the Beastie Boys' "No Sleep 'Til Brooklyn." (Special note: ridiculous, in case you had any strange dreams last night, it was because I was silently channeling your Beastie knowledge, as my secret weapon.) And that she's grouchy because those last few chords were just too powerful even for Super Mommy.
Rock on.
He skips the Pajama Gram Valentine's Day gift and instead goes straight for Guitar Hero.
How do you know your husband really loves you?
He gives you Guitar Hero nearly a full week before Valentine's Day, as soon as he brings it home.
How do you know your husband really, really loves you?
He cracks up at your level of GH excitement, refrains (mostly) from making comments about his wife acting like a 12 year old boy, and lets you sleep in when Baby doesn't seem to understand that Mommy HAD to stay up until 3 a.m. desperately trying to defeat the Beastie Boys' "No Sleep 'Til Brooklyn." (Special note: ridiculous, in case you had any strange dreams last night, it was because I was silently channeling your Beastie knowledge, as my secret weapon.) And that she's grouchy because those last few chords were just too powerful even for Super Mommy.
Rock on.
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