Dusting off the keyboard
It's late, baby's sleeping, husband's sleeping. Both of them on opposite sides of the bed, yet so alike in that they just pass out when given the chance.
I was asked the other day if twitter has ruined my blog, and to some extent it has, but not so much in that I know what I can talk about in 140 characters and what I can't. And I just simply don't have the flexibility that blogging does. I think long after twitter has cooled off and gone away, we'll always have blogs, and I'll always wind up here.
It's hard to believe she's 8 months (or will be in a week), and that today she started her scoot-crawling. It's so cute to watch, but I can't help but look in terror at how crazy our house is and how much babyproofing needs to be done. I want to invite someone over to do it for me. God knows it's going to fall to me to do it.
I have started thinking about transitioning her to day care, but the thought makes me sad. I love when she's with my parents, but I know it's hard on them too. They want to see the house and go visit their retirement space.
Now if only I can do my laundry. Going to Sac sometimes makes things hard because I don't do my laundry like I'm supposed to. I hate hate hate it when someone else does it (esp my parents), but the reality is that it doesn't get done until I make the time to do it.
May is so crazy. I have weekend events booked up the ya ya and I can't wait to take time off at the end of the month. Hopefully Husbandido will take it off too, but we'll see. Most likely it'll just be me.
Since I last wrote you, I chopped off my hair to the short length it is now. I just needed something wash and go, and well I got it. Thank GOD. Plus I am going somewhere that's cheaper than my last place. She was really nice and I loved going to her but if I was going to go short, it was going to cost me way more than I wanted to spend (I tend to go LONG between haircuts).
Which reminds me, it's time to do my oil change.
I got out of jury duty by being a breasfeeding mom. I was just going to show up to do my time and whatnot, but I called them today to find out if there was room for me to breastfeed, and they said to postpone it. In SF you can postpone if you're breastfeeding, but I didn't know that until HELLO I turned the form over. Next time read your crap, Voodoo.
Mother's day is coming up. No idea what to get my mom. She does have a HIDEOUS pair of pants that she just can't let go of. I want to steal them from her, but she wears them all the time. I wonder if that's what I'm destined to do at some point in my motherhood. I told her I'd trade her those pants for a shopping spree at Old Navy. She took me up. THANK GOD. Good bye ugly pants.
Work? Well ya. I just paid to get a poster mounted and matted that says "Keep Calm and Carry On." Yep. that's a good summary for you. Let's put it this way: the office flooded when one of the toilets just started pouring out to high heaven (plant says it's clean, but come on man). So my office is now in the process of drying out. There are HUGE dehumidifiers and loud fans blowing throughout, and I can't hear crap, even the phones. It also smells like wet dog in there. It really does suck. Really.
Someone asked me the thing I missed about my old life before Bella, and honestly I don't know much about that life, but what I do miss is travelling. I mean, I can take her where I want to go, but in due time that'll happen.
And on that note it's time for bed. Goodnight all, and I'll try to blog again before 2010.
VDC
