Our niece is staying with us for a couple of weeks while she completes her AT with the Army (annual summer training with the National Guard). She brought little Mr. W with her. He is 4 months old and obviously taking him to AT isn't an option. So, Mr. W and I are becoming fast friends.
He's a smiley baby. He seldom cries and is perfectly happy to sit in his little chair and watch me do the dishes while I sing, "Let Me See Your Funky Chicken" (I have NO idea where that came from...).
The problem: I'm rushing head long towards 40 and we haven't had a baby in the house in YEARS. My back is killing me and I'm tired, tired, tired.
While I am loving having him here, with all his cute baby smiles and coos, I feel so tired that I am wondering why I ever entertained the idea of adopting a baby.
Then again, babies are sweet and wonderful. I love babies, simply adore them.
But am I truly prepared to care for an infant? Frankly, I barely survived my daughters first year and I was 25 then. I literally turn into a pumpkin at 9:30pm every night. My teenagers actually tuck ME in now!
Maybe another baby isn't for me.
Maybe we should just get another cat...
In fact the more I think about it, the more I like that idea!
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Monday, July 10, 2006
Hurry Up and Stop
Today is Monday and I am supposed to be working but there are technical difficulties at my employer and thus I am not working and thus I am not getting paid. Sometimes I hate my job. I hate the games and the lies. I hate the fact that every time there is a technical difficultly I end up turning into a conspiracy theorist, thinking they have it in for me.
All I want is to work my little shift and earn my little wage. That's it. They don't have to say thank you or acknowledge me in any way, other than that little paycheck at the end of two weeks.
Working from home has a lot of advantages. It allows me to be home with the children, manage my own schedule, and I can work in my pajamas if I like! However, working from home can also be stressful in new and creative ways.
Others do not always understand that I do have to keep a schedule. That I cannot simply blow off work and go play. Because I work from home I must have my home phone line free. After six months, some people continue to call my home number during business hours and are surprised when I do not answer their calls. Or worse yet, when I answer and inform them that I cannot talk because I am WORKING!
Working from home also allows one to SEE how messy the house is. So while I am sitting here working, I am also thinking about dishes that need washings, floors that need sweeping, and what on earth are we having for dinner!
I have also found that the children are not as concerned about their schedules, since I cannot constantly remind them that they have this, that, or the other to do. One would think that because both of them are in their teens, they would manage their time better. This is not always the case.
This is my life in the fast lane..It's hurry up...And stop!
All I want is to work my little shift and earn my little wage. That's it. They don't have to say thank you or acknowledge me in any way, other than that little paycheck at the end of two weeks.
Working from home has a lot of advantages. It allows me to be home with the children, manage my own schedule, and I can work in my pajamas if I like! However, working from home can also be stressful in new and creative ways.
Others do not always understand that I do have to keep a schedule. That I cannot simply blow off work and go play. Because I work from home I must have my home phone line free. After six months, some people continue to call my home number during business hours and are surprised when I do not answer their calls. Or worse yet, when I answer and inform them that I cannot talk because I am WORKING!
Working from home also allows one to SEE how messy the house is. So while I am sitting here working, I am also thinking about dishes that need washings, floors that need sweeping, and what on earth are we having for dinner!
I have also found that the children are not as concerned about their schedules, since I cannot constantly remind them that they have this, that, or the other to do. One would think that because both of them are in their teens, they would manage their time better. This is not always the case.
This is my life in the fast lane..It's hurry up...And stop!
Monday, July 03, 2006
Baby or a Boob Job
Several months ago one of my very best friends and I met for coffee. In the course of the usual banter we discussed her niece (who is married to a very wealthy man) who had just had plastic surgery to ENHANCE her already perfect 25 year old figure. Being in the 40ish zone and having no where near a 25 year old body (I may have underwear that is 25 year old though!) we mused over the possibilities of having a boob job...or a baby.
Forty is a funny age. I haven't gotten to it, although it is so close I can smell it. It seems to be an age where one of two things happens, at least in my small circle of friends:
One, you either get a new hair do (bleach, tint, cut, etc) and lose weight.
or
Two, you have a baby (get or find yourself pregnant, adopt, become a foster mom)
I admit that I'd like a sassy new do! You know, one of those short, spiky jobs with blonde streaks (or pink streaks!) but I'm too poor and too scared to actually do it. I mean, what would the children think? My daughter would crawl under her bed and refuse to go anywhere with me and my son would ask if he could dye his green...
What would my mother think? In all honesty, she'd probably think it rocked and go get the same cut, like she did when I was 18 and cut all my hair off and got my ears double pierced!
What would the church think? HA! Okay, I have to admit that I think it would be wickedly funny to walk into a Sunday service with pink spiky hair. I just do. I know there are folks there who would never speak to me again (not that they do now!). But I also know there would be a few old saints who would laugh with me and see my point of view.
But, since I lack both funds and guts, the hair thing just isn't going to happen.
Which leaves...A baby...
In the depths of my heart I have longed for, lusted after, dreamed of, having another child for years. Yet, there remains just the four of us in the little house. Sigh. Not that we haven't kicked the adoption ball around. It just seems that it is was never the right time and now I'm nearly forty.
Forty...
Babies are a lot of work. Aside from all the baby activities (up all night, crying all day) then you have to start all over with the terrible two, tens, and thirteen's. Please don't misunderstand me, I LOVE MY TEENAGERS. They are the light of my day and are a delight to be with (well, most of the time!). But to think of going through alllllllll that again?! I can honestly say I'm just not sure I want to.
Months ago when my girlfriend and I laughed over this issue, we both decided that we'd rather have a boob job.
Now, she is a foster mom...
I guess this means I'll be going to the plastic surgeon alone.
Forty is a funny age. I haven't gotten to it, although it is so close I can smell it. It seems to be an age where one of two things happens, at least in my small circle of friends:
One, you either get a new hair do (bleach, tint, cut, etc) and lose weight.
or
Two, you have a baby (get or find yourself pregnant, adopt, become a foster mom)
I admit that I'd like a sassy new do! You know, one of those short, spiky jobs with blonde streaks (or pink streaks!) but I'm too poor and too scared to actually do it. I mean, what would the children think? My daughter would crawl under her bed and refuse to go anywhere with me and my son would ask if he could dye his green...
What would my mother think? In all honesty, she'd probably think it rocked and go get the same cut, like she did when I was 18 and cut all my hair off and got my ears double pierced!
What would the church think? HA! Okay, I have to admit that I think it would be wickedly funny to walk into a Sunday service with pink spiky hair. I just do. I know there are folks there who would never speak to me again (not that they do now!). But I also know there would be a few old saints who would laugh with me and see my point of view.
But, since I lack both funds and guts, the hair thing just isn't going to happen.
Which leaves...A baby...
In the depths of my heart I have longed for, lusted after, dreamed of, having another child for years. Yet, there remains just the four of us in the little house. Sigh. Not that we haven't kicked the adoption ball around. It just seems that it is was never the right time and now I'm nearly forty.
Forty...
Babies are a lot of work. Aside from all the baby activities (up all night, crying all day) then you have to start all over with the terrible two, tens, and thirteen's. Please don't misunderstand me, I LOVE MY TEENAGERS. They are the light of my day and are a delight to be with (well, most of the time!). But to think of going through alllllllll that again?! I can honestly say I'm just not sure I want to.
Months ago when my girlfriend and I laughed over this issue, we both decided that we'd rather have a boob job.
Now, she is a foster mom...
I guess this means I'll be going to the plastic surgeon alone.
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