Holy crap, there is so much going on. I will address each issue John-McLaughlin-style, just because. ISSUE ONE: repeat of Great Pukefest of ’09? I went to pick LL up at her school yesterday, and her teacher – who looked totally shell shocked – met me outside and said, “Hey, watch out, you’re standing in the puke.” Never how you want to start a conversation. So turns out every single other baby in LL’s class was sent home for puking, and LL started in late last night. Looks like it’s our turn to get in on a little stomach virus action. Unlike our Great Pukefest of ’09, I am not breastfeeding this time, and the fact that LL is older this time around makes me much less nervous than last year. But I still have this totally antsy feeling and Evan and I keep looking at each other and saying, “IT’S A’COMIN’.” We’re stocked on Gatorade and Immodium, and luckily, Evan can be home with her today. I will keep you posted on the details. Or, not. ANSWER: a pukefest, yes, but not a great one. ISSUE TWO: is the DC house under contract? So we got a solid offer on our house, and it looks like we’re heading towards a mid-April-ish closing. Which means no double mortgage payment situation for our Great Urban Exodus to the ‘Burbs. (Bear with me, I’m enjoying big titles for totally boring events today.) I’m having a hard time imagining a new family in my house – that’s right, it still my house – but am super excited to move. ANSWER: why yes, it is, thank you for asking. ISSUE THREE: who the hell are Matt & Kim, and why have I never heard of them before? I heard their song Daylight on my way in to work this morning, and almost drove off the road I was so excited. So catchy and sweet, but with an edge. ANSWER: they are a band, and I am not cool enough to know of them, but here is Daylight anyways. Enjoy…
Awww
OK, so turns out this song is kind of oldish (come to think of it, most of the songs I post here are), but it is new to me, and it is so sweet. Added bonus: Josh Radin is kinda hot.
My husband and I are both totally stressed out and slightly freaking about selling our house and moving, but I’m also sure that there’s no one else I’d rather be a total bitchy stress case with. Yes, he is a lucky man.
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Miniature golf IS very fun
A conversation I had with my son at bedtime last night:
Jman: “Mommy, what is the American dream?”
Me: “What the…oh, um, it’s…”
Jman: “But why is miniature golf so much fun?”
Me: “Oh. Well, because you get to…”
Jman: “Why does LL have nipples?”
Me: (silence)
Jman: “It’s not like she uses them.”
Me: “Um. Well, as far as I know, I’m the only person in this house who has actually used her nipples for anything.”
Jman: (silence)
Jman: “So then why do I have nipples, mommy.”
Me: “Maybe we can ask Hanna Rosin tomorrow.”
Jman: “Who’s Hanna Rosin?”
Me: “Good night, Jman.”
Jman: “Night.” (Giggling.)
OH I wish he could stay three forever. One day he will ask his buddies all of his silly questions, and not his mama. Although I hope he doesn’t talk to them about his sister’s nipples.
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My most favoritest
Patty Griffin is my favorite ever, and I can’t stop listening to 10 Million Miles today (the song, although the whole album is so good).
http://www.myspace.com/10millionmiles
Reminds me not to get bogged down in the details and remember that it’s a long journey. Except that life is short, seize the day, all that crap? Oh I’m so confused. I need a nap. And by nap, I mean drink.
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It is you
So I am BEYOND stressed today, BEYOND! Just beyond. I’m totally obsessed with selling our house, or more accurately, with not selling our house. I woke up in the middle of the night and had to fight the urge to mop the kitchen floors, because what if someone comes in our house and loves it and just has to have it, and then they see dirt all over the kitchen floor and decide they hate the whole thing and then tell everyone it’s a crappy house? Which it is NOT, mind you, it’s awesome and if you are looking to live somewhere in DC please for the love of God let me know.
Adding to the stress is some office politics, which I used to be REALLY good at, but now it all just freaks me out. I’m also remembering the days early on at the firm when I used to be so overly eager for new work, and would literally call people I didn’t know and ask them if I could please oh please have an assignment from them. Now every time I’m offered some new work, I have to do this bizarre calculus in my head and weigh my current work and my husband’s travel schedule and my kids’ upcoming doctor’s appointments and field trips and birthday parties… Actually, now that I write this out, I think my current calculus is much more simple than it used to be. Used to be: how much can I take on to really impress everyone? Now: how much can I take on without completely screwing something up? Sigh.
Anywho, do you know what I listen to when I am stressed? Of course you do not. So I will share it with you. I defy you to listen to this song and not chill a bit. There are random pictures of naked women and weed in the video, which I tell you not as a warning, but as an incentive to watch.
Mama, Esq. 