Friday, May 20, 2011

Random Details by Number, and a Fun Elmo Video

Well, here I am again.

I’ve made a few life changes, and it’s left me little time or inclination for blogging.

1. I’m no longer a full-time technical writer. This is a temporary (summer-only) change, but a much-needed one. I’m working half-days at my tech-writing job.

2. As much as I’d like to spend the other halves of those days with my daughter, I’m not. I’m instead working as an adjunct instructor at the local community college, teaching freshman comp.

3. It’s a good setup, though we’ve had to make some sacrifices for it. I’m very thankful to my company for letting me do this part-time thing.

4. I really, really love teaching. My challenge will be not to push myself too hard. This is a five-week summer session (read: one semester of freshman comp, squeezed into five weeks), and I have 19 students in my class. It will be hard not to push myself too hard.

5. I’m back on antidepressants. Started last week after yet another mini-meltdown. I had a long talk with my doctor, who believes I’ve been suffering from postpartum depression since April 2010. I can believe it. But what could I do? I wasn’t going to stop nursing my sweet one so I could take Prozac.

6. So … we’re weaning. It’s breaking my heart, but it is what it is. Anne has stopped asking for “ba-ba” most nights and some mornings. I’ve quit pumping and taking Fenugreek. The end is near. Sniff, sob.

7. Once we’ve weaned, I look forward to resuming my coffee habit. And having more than one glass of wine if I want.

8. Honestly? I’d like to have about four glasses of wine.

9. On another note, my brilliant daughter now knows her shapes. And how to put on her sandals. And lots of other things I didn’t think she was supposed to know yet.

10. She’s also a huge Elmo fan, thanks to my mom, who showed her “Sesame Street” when we were in Louisiana on vacation. We no longer have TV, but we own three Elmo DVDs (and counting).

11. I might like Elmo as much as Miss Anne does.

12. We love this Adam Sandler video in particular. Enjoy!

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Hidden Doors, Secret Rooms

One thing I have always wanted: a house with hidden doors and secret rooms. Or at least a house that looked like it had hidden doors and secret rooms.

I mean, who wouldn't want a wardrobe that opened into Narnia? Or at least a bookcase that opened into a study?


Yeah, I was drooling over this post on 10 Coolest Hidden Doors and Secret Passageways.

HT: Mental Floss Blog

Friday, May 6, 2011

Fantasy SAHM-hood

I’ll begin by admitting that I’m insanely jealous of stay-at-home-moms (SAHMs) and spend way more time than is healthy imagining how wonderful my life would be if I could be a SAHM. These imaginings are probably outlandish fantasies; in reality, I think I’d probably go stir-crazy after a week of staying at home. Still, I entertain these fantasies. Every now and then, I get a real-life taste of them. I got one today. And oh, was it sweet.

This morning, Anne woke up with a cold and an understandably cranky attitude. I e-mailed my boss and Anne’s sitter to tell them I’d be staying home with Anne this morning, and then I took my crying, sniffling daughter to her room and nursed her until she fell back to sleep. I held her for a long time while she slept, just looking at those sweet, swollen, red-rimmed eyes and that raw little nose and mouth. Today I guess you could say she had “a face only a mother could love.” And how I loved that snotty little face. I just love being able to comfort and hold my little Boo.

After I put her in her crib (where she slept for two more hours!), I went to the kitchen and put the dishes away. Then I did some house-cleaning—something I never, ever have time for unless I take a lunch hour to do it, or stay up until midnight. I did some non-work work on the computer (another thing I never have time for). All in all, a relaxing couple of hours of SAHM-hood.

Anne woke up a few minutes before my scheduled doctor’s appointment. Her nose was still running, but her crankiness was much diminished and she still didn’t have a fever, so I got her dressed and we headed to the doctor’s office. (This was the OBGYN’s, so I wasn’t concerned about there being a bunch of sick people in the waiting room.) (No, I’m not pregnant. Not even close.) (It was kind of cool to be able to introduce Anne to my doctor, who hadn’t seen her since she was born.) After my appointment, I called Anne’s sitter, Angela, to tell her that Anne was feeling better and I’d drop her off in a little while.

“Don’t bother coming out here,” said Angela. “We’re in town, and I can pick Anne up from your house in a half hour.”

A half-hour. More than enough time to swing by Riverblaze Bakery for a cup of coffee and a cinnamon roll. (Of course I hadn’t had breakfast because I wanted to weigh as little as possible at the doctor’s.)

So Anne and I went to Riverblaze. I got coffee and one of their divine cinnamon rolls for myself, and I got a hunk of French bread for Anne (because my weird child does not like sugar). We sat at a little table (I actually had her sit on three large cookbooks so she’d be tall enough) and ate. And talked. And smiled and giggled and kissed. And chatted with the bakery owner’s four-year-old little boy. It was the sweetest little mid-morning mommy-daughter breakfast date.

I imagined that, if I were a SAHM, we’d go on these little breakfast dates to Riverblaze more often. Of course, if I were a SAHM, we might not be able to afford little luxuries like that. But maybe we would.

There’s no big point to this story. It’s just a memory that I’ll treasure for a long time. And by blogging it here, I can re-read it every now and then and remember.

Angela has picked up Anne, and I’m getting ready to head back to work. I’m happy to go back to work; I’ll just be there a half-day, and then I’ll be with Miss Anne again.

It was a good half-day of fantasy SAHM-hood.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

One Last Post Before Things Get Crazy Again

It’s been so long since I’ve posted anything that I’m just going to hit some random points of what’s been going on in my life. My life is going to get busy in the next few days, so I’ll take advantage of this quiet early morning and post a few things.
-        Work has been deliciously slow. Now, I generally hate for work to be slow, but after seven months of long hours and much weekend work, I’m more than happy to sit back and relax a bit. I even left work at 5:00 on Tuesday afternoon. I haven’t left work that early in forever! After I picked up Anne, we actually had time to go to the playground. And I wasn’t exhausted—what a great feeling, not to be exhausted, and to be able to enjoy my little girl to the fullest!
-        Last week was our Louisiana vacation. It wasn’t quite as relaxing as I’d hoped; once you’re a mom, vacations are never quite vacations again. But it was so awesome to be with Anne every day. She loved it too; in fact, she’s been extremely clingy ever since we got back home. Monday morning, she didn’t want to let go of my leg. Somehow she knew we were back to our usual schedule and that she was going to be away from me all day.
-        My husband’s phone died as we were boarding the plane from Atlanta to Baton Rouge. Folks, this was his CrackBerry BlackBerry. Could this phone failure have been a gift from God? I like to think so.
-        I ate too much while in Louisiana, but I also managed to work out a few times. Not enough to burn off all those fried-shrimpy po-boys and chocolate eggs I consumed, but enough that I didn’t begin hating myself for being such a pig. There’s something wrong with that, isn’t it—that overeating on my part seems to be a justifiable reason for self-loathing.
-        But I don’t run just to ward off the self-loathing (though it helps). I run because, well, I love to run. I’m signed up to run a 5K later this month—my first road race in a year—and I’ve been training when possible (which hasn’t been as often as I’d like, but oh well). Last night I ran a 5K in 29:35 (or something like that), which thrilled me. I’ve been feeling good and enjoying interval work in particular (where I run slow for a bit, then fast, then a slow recovery, then fast, etc.).
-        I didn’t check e-mail much last week, and I read almost no blogs. It was wonderful. I realized how unimportant blogs really are to me. So when I got back home, I went to Google Reader and deleted about 60 blogs, leaving about 20 of the ones I really enjoy—blogs that I feel actually add something valuable to my life.
-        Speaking of being unplugged (sort of), we cancelled our DirecTV this month. We no longer have any channels—just a useless wide-screen in the man Anne cave. We haven’t missed TV yet.
-        Well, that’s mostly true. Anne discovered Sesame Street, specifically Elmo, last week at her grandparents’. She has a Tickle-Me Baby Elmo, but she’d never seen him on TV. Well, she freaked when she saw him on TV. Laughed, pointed, grinned, jumped up and down, etc. She even yelled “Elmo!”—one of her first-ever two-syllable words that aren’t a repeated syllable.
-        So I kind of wish we still had PBS so she could watch the occasional Elmo. Thank goodness for sesamestreet.org.
-        Except with the Internet is down, which it was last night.
-        So we read books and played ball instead, which was probably better.
-        I have a few pictures to share. Like this list, they’re pretty random. Enjoy.
Anne and "Gee" walking to the zoo

"Gee," Froggie, Anne, and me. She loves to hold our hands when we walk.

One of the main reasons I come to Louisiana: Zeke's Sno-Cones.
(Nectar for me, please!)

Zeke's, in all its glory

Anne. I thought this was a cute picture.

An alligator. No, this is not from the zoo. This was one of the "sights"
on a hike on the Lake Martin Levee Trail.