Life, or something like it..

I could get used to this

I just realised that I have actually had 3 of the last 5 summers off.. I could really get used to this... maybe I need to train as a teacher. (smile)  This has been such a good summer... good enough that the prospect of a new job doesn't bring the normal joy that one feels.  It is kinda funny - I am looking forward to getting back to work and to be able to spend money willy nilly again, on such incidentals like food and bills, but in some ways I am really not looking forward to it. 

The little darlin' is a such a fun stage right now - he's 15 months, and running all over.  He loves being outside, and we have a yard large enought that I could give him a five minute head start and still not have to worry about getting him to our typically deserted dirt road. 

We've been able to go on a few road trips, and to lounge around at home with friends, all of which has been a blast.  In the last few weeks, I think we have had people over - you know, the "its a gorgeous day, and the pool is warm, so why don't you pop over, and heck while your here why don't you stick around for a bbq" lounging around in the sun and the pools (yes, pools, we have three of them for my little water fiend - the baby pool, the kids pool, and then our pool), doing just about nothing since there are all sorts of things in the backyard for the kids to keep themselves amused with kind of day.  The one where you feel totally baked at the end of the day since you've relaxed into liquid kind of days. 

And now they want me to go back to work.. sigh.  I guess fall really is in the air.  At least I still have a few more weeks!

So how do I get paid to stay at home?

I don't know what I am going to do when I get back to work (of course, at this rate, it could be awhile). If at all possible, I think I am even busier now that when I was working full time. Of course, I am better rested, less stressed, and more tanned, but that is besides the point. I was so thankful that today we actually had a day where we really did not have anyone over (okay, FIL was here, but that was because he was babysitting last night and crashed over, but he left early, so that doesn't count) and that we could have some down time. The little darlin' took three - count 'em - three naps today. But at least his eyes are no long so red. You know your little darling is a little behind on his sleep when your pediatrician is sure that he has pink eye because they are so red. Sigh. But what are we supposed to do - he is getting five teeth in right now - 3 wisdom teeth and two front ones - so he isn't sleeping at night, and he keeps resisting taking an afternoon nap. Yes, we have even tried the crying it out method with no luck. He just sits quietly in his bed playing until we come get him. Now isn't *that* a guilt trip?

The Pain of It all

Sigh. Someone really has to remind me how I got the brilliant (drip) idea of a girls night out.. (hands rubbing temples).

Yes, I know it was way overdue, since most of us had not been out (in come cases literally) in 2 or more years, and yes a good time was definitely had by all, but here I sit two days out from our night out, and I still feel like I was hit by a truck. Maybe it has to do with the fact that I got home at 3am, and the little darlin' did his normal 5:30am wake up call.. but I knew that was going to happen, and was prepared or so I though (we were up all of my "recovery" night too, which kinda blew my plans out the window)..

Maybe it had to do with the alcohol.. but nahh.. that couldn't have been it. Alcohol used to be my friend. It loved me. We had fun together. Maybe it was just really, really, really upset that I had been away for so long, so when I finally tried to pay attention to it, it lashed out at me like our cat.. it craved my initial attempts at affection, but after 2 or 3 it got oversensitized and lashed out.. yah, yah, that must have been it.

Of course, you know the solution then is that I must pay it way more attention to it. (smile)