So. How Was YOUR St. Patrick's Day?

Mine was...let's go with comical, shall we? It wasn't even BAD, really, just one of "those" days - where I wanted to get some work done, but couldn't for one reason or another. Where getting out of the house was a comedy of errors. One where playgroup became an exercise in "what is UP with her? hard to get to know or just generally unpleasant?" but where Sammy made a friend(!). None of this is particularly blog worthy up to the point of lunch. Because at lunch, we went to pick up daddy and headed to Subway and, as we were sitting down to inhale our turkey subs, we were greeted with this:


Ok. I don't know what you are thinking right now, but I'll tell you what I was thinking. I was thinking...REALLY? Is this really some chick covering Rob Base?! So I did what anyone would do. I came home and googled. And found the above video to go with it. And then I realize it was SO MUCH MORE than just a chick covering Rob Base. Did you see that?! The outfits, the dancing, the hair, everything! (Is the blond trying not to pee around 1:42-3?) Oh my. How have I lived for all these years and not know this was out there? Truly comical...

How It Takes Two should really sound...

OH, FOR THE LOVE OF PETER!

Sammy and I's biggest battle is his incessant need to question. And I'm not talking the normal toddler questions, no. My son asks toddler questions on speed. I know WHY he's doing it: he's processing. He has a mind like his father's; very precise, very analytical, very logical, very "this is how it is. period.". Which is fine. Really. No, seriously. Really. Until about 2pm every day. And then I just CANNOT. Can't. Cannot deal any more.

"The truck is blue?" -yes
"The truck is blue?" -yes
"The truck is blue and a garbage truck?" -yes
"It's dumps?" -yes, Sammy
"It dumps and it's blue and it's a garbage truck?" -Sammy. Seriously, yes.
"It dumps and it's blue?" -YES
"It's blue?" -OH FOR THE LOVE I SAID YES LEAVE ME ALONE AND GO PLAY!!!!!

Luckily, that last one (oddly, enough!) is usually the last one and he'll drop it. Usually. But some days, the countdown to Daddy starts a little earlier, my patience runs out a little sooner, and my auto tune out of Sammy goes into overdrive. Right along with my screeching "WHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAATTT?!?!?!?!?????!?!?!?!???" that sputters out because I just want three tiny seconds of quiet during the day without the questions, questions, questions, oh my dear freaking hell the questions! I really didn't realize that was asking much...

And, yes. It's annoying on a daily basis even when your kid looks like this:


Happy green day!

(glen o'hansard covering justin o'timberlake's cry me o' river)

Stability; How I Love Thee

I've been acutely aware of our place in life lately. Especially aware of people around us who, at our age (or older!), are deciding to pick up their life and go back to school for advanced degrees. I just CANNOT imagine doing that. I mean, if it was necessary for our survival, then, sure. We'd do it in a heartbeat. But as a "just because" kind of thing? Eh. Not for me and DEFINITELY not in the scope of "things I would be ok Isaac dropping on me". The loans, the homework, the moving. Again. I just don't have it in me.

I mean, if I go back to get my Master's, (which...eh. I toy with) I would do it slowly, as we have the money for it, at the school in our town. But I talk to people around us who's husbands decided on a later in life career change and I try to wrap my head around Isaac switching careers right now and it makes me a little ill.

Here's a not so tiny secret. I LOVE where we are right now in life. I LOVE that we are comfortable and stable and ROOTED. The first ten years of our marriage were SO not rooted and stable and I'm kinda digging this. I'm able to stay home, work on my career and breathe. Isaac has to keep reminding me that this is what we were working so hard for all of those years, because I keep expecting it all to go away at any second. I'm relishing quickly, as it were, just in case. I'm watching our little neighborhood grow and expand and I'm a little giddy I get to be here to see the completion. I'm sketching the long term for this house (a wooden screen door and porch swing!). I forget a move isn't looming over us any more. I forget that a change isn't coming (barring any unforeseen anything, that is...). And I'm loving it.

Music:

(how men are, aztec camera)

War Is Hell (aka When Other's Decisions Suck)

When I began blogging, back before Sammy was born, I was reeling from a particularly nasty experience I had with a woman I met online. We had gotten to be friends through a forum we both participated in. And then something happened in her personal life and when I didn't agree with some things she started to do (after being asked point blank my opinion) she accused me - publicly - of stalking, among other unpleasant things. I spent a few months being really, really gun shy; reeling, really, from that experience. I had been toying with the idea of starting a blog, but I was nervous about it.

But then I did start a blog. I wanted a way to chronicle my stories just before and during my pregnancy. It was posted under an alias and allowed me to explore a few things I could never get away with here. I was very open and free in my writing and I loved that feeling - knowing I was safely hidden by an assumed name. But I ended up meeting some people and following other's blogs and establishing actual relationships. Some whom I still call friends to this day. It was an unexpected bonus and, at times, made me sad that I wasn't my full self right from the start. I was contemplating what to do about it when the aforementioned woman found my blog (long story) and started creating problems. Problems I really didn't need while pregnant. So I pulled the plug and gave it up.

After Sammy was born, I decided to start blogging for real. Under my real name and with no pretenses. It's a decision I really grappled with, considering past experiences, but decided the good outweighed the negative. And so far I haven't been disappointed. The good has definitely outweighed the bad. But there are a few things in the bad column that sometimes give me pause.

~I'm not free to talk about everything I want and in the manner I want. Sometimes that is really frustrating.

~People in know in real life can (and sometimes do) misinterpret things I write.

~Things I'm trying, I get to try out on people that I actually know (well, mostly). This can lead to a number of things I'd rather avoid.

~And, again, I'm not free to talk about everything I want and in the manner I want.

Overall, I think that is a manageable list. Small annoyances in the overall arch of goodness this blog provides. Even if, today, I'd rather talk about that one thing instead of this. Yeah, still a good thing. I think.

Song:

(seven nation army, the white stripes)