Hey, remember me?
Jun 17
*cough, cough*
Damn, it’s dusty in here.
*achoo!*
Shew. Yuck. You’d think SOMEBODY would have stopped by at some point in time in the past month and opened a window or something. Jeez. You take a little break and everything goes to hell.
So yea, I took an unintentional blogging hiatus. Sorry, kittens, I know you’ve been all but destroyed. I’ve had 600 posts in mind over the past month, but my life has been as crazy as a Floridian on bath salts, and Domestic Disturbia paid the price. I can feed the kids or I can feed the masses, and for once, the kids won. Just this once.
So here’s what’s been going on:
- We flew with both boys for the first time to NJ to visit Paul’s mom and sister, and to attend his 20th college reunion at Princeton. (Have I mentioned Paul went to Princeton? No? He did. And somehow this makes me feel smarter so I love to mention it.) This was also our first weekend away from both boys, and while I was in panic mode before leaving because I was so sure Simon would have a Three Mile Island-level meltdown, he of course, didn’t even know we were gone and was a total champ. Of course. Paul and I enjoyed our weekend, and despite being surrounded by the smartest people on earth, I didn’t make a fool of myself ONCE, which I think is a record.
A glimpse of Princeton Reunions: A huge-ass parade, students dressed as food, really tacky jackets, grown adults dressed in costumes, lots of drinking and hipsters. I was right at home.
- While we were gone, and for a few days after, we got a new bathroom. We have a one bathroom house, so the only time it could be gutted and put back together is if we were out of town. Lucky for us, it was finished 2 days AFTER we got home. So that was awesome. But it doesn’t matter now because we went from the ugliest and most falling apart crapper on earth to our version of paradise. Our standards aren’t high for paradise, obviously.
BEFORE: Ugly, shit brown, cracked tiles, sinking floor and no space for anything.
AFTER: Heaven on earth. Well, a nice place to take a leak, at least.
- And I guess most importantly, I started back to work. And HOLY SHIT I LOVE IT. Like, everything about working. I love my office (I HAVE AN OFFICE. A NICE ONE.). I love my company. I love my job. And I am not going to lie when I say I LOVE getting this break from parenting. I KNOW, burn me at the stake. Whatever, I don’t care. After my first day of work (and granted, I am away from the heathens 2 days a week for 5-6 hours at a time), I was like “WOW, I am actually happy to be around my children at 3 p.m. instead of wanting to run screaming from my house.” Getting away from them is making me so much of a better mom. Even better of a mom than I am after a glass of wine, and up until now, that’s been the high bar. I have PATIENCE. And TOLERANCE. And because I feel like I’ve actually accomplished some things while away, I don’t have any hesitation when they just want to roll around and play.
See, that’s one thing that’s tough to verbalize. Being home with 2 crazy boys all day means it can be hard to get much done from start to finish during the day. So because I’m interrupted every 3.5 minutes all day long, by 3 p.m., I’m looking around at toys everywhere, a sink halfway full of dishes, clothes in the dryer from yesterday and no clue what to make for supper. Which means when Declan wants to play Chutes and Ladders for the 14th time, it can be really hard to tune out the insanity and focus on him. Because I’m looking at all the things I NEED and WANT to get done and the desire to not slide down those stupid slides just doesn’t exist.
But after spending time at work, actually crossing things off a list, means that feeling of anxiety creeping up on me is abated for a bit. Mom Win.
- The flip side to all of this is that part of my job is working from home. And that part is HARD AS CRAP. Because as I JUST mentioned, getting things done with these two clowns is next to impossible. So let’s throw an actual paying job into the mix and I don’t know which way is up. Luckily, a lot of my work can be done at night, but sometimes it needs to be done NOW, and therefore my sparkling new bathroom? Yea, it’s not so sparkly right now. Oh well. I’m getting paid, bitches, the bathroom can wait.
So that’s what I’ve been up to for the past month. Please forgive me for abandoning you all. I hope that no one felt desperate without their frequent dose of mockery and bitching and turned to crafting or 50 Shades of Gray to fill the void. If you did, I understand. But you have to stop.
