Voodoo Child v. 17: Welcome to the One Woman Show

I am up after eating 2 bowls of maple and brown sugar oatmeal. I don't know what it is about oatmeal but I love that instant crap. It just does it for me. Bambina is passed out. She had her bath today, and for reasons unbeknowst but by God, baths just make people (and babies) happy. I could pass out after a bath. Glad to see that it is nature and nurture at its finest. I am staring going back to work in the ojos. It's almost one month countdown until I return. I'm not looking forward to it. I just love being at home, and it's not because I'm a slouch. It's because I love watching Bambina, even when she's pouting (yes, she pouts, sheesh). I realize tho, in a perfect world, if I didn't have the debt I have now, I'd be staying at home with the best of them. However, I do owe tons, and it's not just credit cards. That's pretty manageable. It's the going to school on loans for my undergrad, master's and doctorate that's balls. I remember a few years ago (has it been that long) that I often debated going through school. The tradeoffs were plenty: a house, a family, travelling, etc. People were off living their lives while I was perpetually studying, hanging out in libraries, being a geek about town. I don't regret it one bit, because I believe that things were meant to happen when they are going to happen. Bambina wouldn't be my Bambina if I did things earlier. Husbandido wouldn't be husbandido (he'd still be in grammar school Shaddup.) I have a high school classmate who just sent her daughter to my university as a freshman. She had her when she graduated. Holy crap. Not my life. I'm doing well just where I am. I guess, when all is said and done, my life is forever changed. For the better. I might have to figure out an hour in advance if I want to do a Target run, but that's all good. There are many other changes pervasive in this recalibration: financials, family crap (I'll save that for another time), and prioritizing even the little things. Sure, I stink, I haven't had a decent hair cut in a few months, but you know what? Bambina is happy, fat, and everything I hoped she would be. My next issue to tackle? Christmas cards. God, I'm terrified. Do we take those cute photo cards every single one of my friends have been doing? Do I go back to making my own cards? Do I suck it up and go to Target and buy the super size box of cards? Screw it, I won't be making cards. Who am I kidding. Off to Target I go! Oh, and another thing: I am so into baking crap right now. I don't know why. Tomorrow I'm going to attempt a cinnamon bundt cakey thingy. If it rules I'll let you know. Hell, if it tastes like christmas tree bark I'll tell you too. Anyways, off to surf the web while the child is asleep. Have a good evening all! Voodoo