Tuesday, September 15, 2009

A Bad Day at Home...

is better than a good day anywhere else! Office-wise, that is. Days like today, I get frustrated when B won't nap, or the day doesn't go how I planned it. Then, I remember.

I'm at home! I don't have boring meetings to sit in, I don't have to get dressed up, I don't have deadlines or a boss breathing down my neck, I don't have crazy coworkers who try to sabotage me, I don't have piles of paperwork to file... because I'm at home!

I'm wonderfully, amazingly, thankfully, magnificently, miraculously, remarkably, extraordinarily, able to be at home with my beautiful baby boy (and apparently quite sesquipedalian today)!

I am so thankful to be home, even on the bad days. This is the first job I've ever had where I've felt that way! :)

Tuesday, September 8, 2009


You know, I try my best to like everyone. I feel like life is too short to walk around being critical of everyone and everything. I try VERY hard to see past people's faults, as I hope they are able to see past mine (and there are MANY)...

Every now and then, though- someone does something that steams me enough that I really want to say something about it. This happened today. The whole story is this:

I am friends with someone on Facebook. Let's call her Mrs. T. (Side note: I check Facebook at least 14 times a day- It's interesting to me, and I have a good variety of people that I keep up with- old high school friends, new mom friends, in-laws, etc.) Mrs T. is a friend of my in-laws, and consequently, my husband. Her children grew up with my husband. She sent me a friend request a month or two ago, and I thought, "Hmm. She seems like a nice person, even though I've only met her a handful of times, but she's friends with my in-laws, so I'll accept". Now, the hubs has always said a few things about this particular lady, things like, she's a little bit of a busybody. I always shrugged him off, thinking he was just saying this because he's not a fan of people, in general.

Mrs. T started a blog. Since she posts updates with links to her newest blog post, I'll read it from time to time. Sometimes I agree with her, sometimes not as much. Her blog post today happened to be about Facebook. Thinking "well, she's on it, I wonder what she has to say", I followed the link.

The post that appeared certainly took me by surprise. In it, she basically was wagging her finger at everyone she's "friends" with on Facebook, telling us all how it's crazy that we all post stupid, inconsequential, trivial things on status updates. She actually said that it's okay to post if say, you were a grandmother talking about her grandchildren, or if you got a new job and wanted your friends to know. Apparently those types of things are big enough news to broadcast to your friends, whereas something about your child's nap does not fall into that category.

I post things about B's naps all the time- so as you can imagine, this kind of needled me. Newsflash, dollface... I post those things so that my mom friends can read and comment- not you. They care, and guess what- if you don't? Facebook has a little thing called the "hide" button. You can hide anyone's updates you want. It just struck me as very petty and well, busybodyish (if that's even a word). The hubs was right- I guess I should listen to him more often!!

Friday, September 4, 2009

"Just Keep Swimming"

Lately I've been doing some thinking about life in general. What do I want out of my time on this Earth?

Simple- I want to be the best person that I can be, run my family the best that I can, and leave the world a little better than I found it.

Yeah. That sounds about right. Too bad it is ridiculously vague and the epitome of a cliche... What do I really want out of life, day to day? Let's try this again, more specifically this time.

1. I want to be happy. When I die, I want my family to remember me as someone who was happy- someone who made lemonade out of the lemons she'd been handed. (I guess I can't get away from the cliches entirely...) I want to be thought of as the eternal optimist, someone who made you feel better when you were around her. I want to live my life that way, as well.

2. I want to be responsible. Growing up, my family didn't really place a lot of emphasis on this. I think that responsiblity is necessary for true happiness, though. That genuine-deep-down-your-soul-is-smiling type of happiness.

3. (Warning- this is kind of shallow) I want to be thin. Maybe not even thin, but slender, healthy. I want to break the cycle of obesity in my bloodlines. I want to laugh as I'm saying to the salesgirl at Ann Taylor, "No, this size 8 is too big... Could you bring me the 6?" Scratch that- you know what? The size doesn't really matter- I may never be a size 6. But I want to be healthy. I want to be in a healthy weight range. I want clothes to look good on me. I want to feel good in my skin!

4. I want to raise children who are all of the above. Happy, responsible, healthy children, who love their lives and have a lot of fun.

Well, that about sums it up. Some days I feel like all of that is at the end of my fingertips, easily achievable if only I would just take that one step forward. Other times it feels as if I have to keep trudging 14 more miles, barefoot and through 29 inches of snow to get there.

That's life, I suppose. As Dory in Finding Nemo says, "Just keep swimming!"

Thursday, September 3, 2009

7 months...

To my little guy:

7 months. Wow. Just 7 months ago, a day came that changed my life forever. I am so thankful to have you. Every single day, you make my life better- you make me smile, you make me laugh, you make me cry (happy tears). Those little(big and blue) eyes looking at me, those smiles during and after nursing, the squeals of happiness with the smiles that are so big when you wake up from a nap and I come into your room. All of it makes Mommy melt into one huge pile of goo. I love you, my little monkey. I love every inch of you, I love your personality, I love the way you hug my neck and hold my finger. You make me a better person. I never knew that I could love something this deeply, this... primally. (Is that even a word?) Thank you for being my little boy- I promise to love you, cherish you, and raise you to be the best person you can be. Forever. I love you, B.