I think she's ready to go

Dear lord, when do things get easier? 

The beginning of 2013 has already been stressful and tumultous.  Today is my first day back to work.  Writing this on my brief lunch break.  Why is it brief, you might ask?  Well, forgot a key component of my breast pump today.  So, in order to pump today I had to go and spend $40 on a cheap electric pump at 9 am this morning, using my lunch break. And let me tell you, you get what you pay for...Yea buddy.  And I got a stupid stupid email from someone at work which made me mad this morning (probably more mad thank i would have been if the next part of this blog wasn't also happening).  And the baby is sick. Really sick.  Not sleeping for almost an entire week sick.  And a whole week, not a work week.  She is almost sleeping now.  But I am tired.  And perhaps almost the most depressed I have ever been.  And I have an annual report to finish.  And job specs to write.  And meetings to have.  And interviews to conduct.  On top of all of the other stuff I have at work.  I was excited to come back to work today after having so much time off with whiny children.  And now I am wondering why I was excited to come back to work when I have to deal with stupid crap like childish and petty emails.

Oh well.  Here's to hoping that 2013 is like the month of march, in like a lion, out like a lamb.  That should be my new mantra. 

On the plus side, I'm getting a huge new office.  With lots of windows.  It's gonna rock.   

You treat me like a stranger and that feels so wrong

My annoyance level and my discomfort levels at work are directly proportional.  I'm so uncomfortable today.  And annoyed.  It's pretty awesome.  I'm actually not sure if it's coincidence or coincidal. 

Anyway.  Still sick.  I thought I'd be better by now.  I had hoped I would, at least.  And now Asher is sick, too.  It's really just a ton of fun at Casa Glow.  I'm almost better, I guess.  Asher is just starting.  I didn't sleep very well (insert much at all) last night, I was uncomfortable, I couldn't breathe, and I wasn't tired.  I'm ALWAYS tired.  So, I was super frustrated last night and about ready to have a hissy fit.  I felt entitled to my hissy fit.  But then I fell into a fitful sleep, which I woke up from a bit later due to not being able to breathe again. 

Nevermind, too much complaining. This weekend was rough. I'm ready to be done.  Can someone convince Seiry that it's time to move on to the next stage of life in the next two weeks or so? 

I'm pretty ready for Asher's birthday party, too.  So is he, by the way.  He has told me a million and a half things he wants for his birthday presents.  It's sad how young children become consumers. 

I was particularly annoyed this weekend when Rosie told me that she bought Asher craft desk/easel at a garage sale for $5.  Good deal, I guess, but she knew that we bought him an easel for his birthday, I showed it to her.  I am so tired of her buying shit for him at garage sales every single day.  EVERY SINGLE DAY.  I am not exaggerating.  I wish I were.  I was especially irritated that she bought him this desk since we had expressed that that was what we were getting him for his birthday and then after I bought it I showed it to her.  I understand she wants to do things for him and stuff like that but, seriously...she has issues.  I told her yesterday that there are support groups for people like her and that she really needed to calm down the garage sale purchasing.  I've told her this about a thousand times now, it doesn't help.  She drives me crazy. 

I have my last birthday present today, a mani-pedi that I couldn't get an appointment for any closer to my birthday.  It's at a super fancy place in Hudson called Solaire (which is also a wine bar but I will not be visiting that side of it today...) that I got a groupon for half off. So, hopefully I'll have shnazzy finger and toe nails for delivery.  Cause you know, that's what everyone will be looking at when I'm delivering Seiry.  At least, that's what I'm going to be telling myself.  It's better than thinking about all of those people looking and my lady bits expectantly. What a visual.  What color should I get?  I have purple that Ry painted on for me now (I can't reach my own feet comfortably right now, Ry took one for the team for my toe vanity). 

Anyway, back to work. 

30 day writing challenge day 4: simple

Even a topic as simple as simple is is kind of giving me a challenge today.  Didn't write anything yesterday, partially due to us still recuperating and partially due to cleaning/disinfecting and baby showering all day long.  Off again today because my sitter is sick now.  It's nasty and apparently incredibly contagious.  Here's my attempt at writing for simple:

Sometimes even the incredibly simple things can be taken for granted when they go away.  Simplicity is overlooked and under recognized.  People wish for the simpler days.  Remember when a bucket full of bouncy balls and a bubble machine could bring you pure joy?  No?  They could, just watch a toddler.  And that simplicity is something that you miss, deep down,  That's why we try so hard to find happiness in any escape we can, when really all we need to do is figure out how to make a bucket of bouncy balls and a bubble machine fun again.  I think my solution was having kids, but that's not for everyone.  Having kids has made my life infinitely more difficult but has also brought back those moments of simple joy.  What does that for you?