I found a little pocket of time, so I thought I would catch up on my mini book reviews. Then I looked to see how far back I have to go, and oh my god I just can’t right now. But I will (soon!) because the longer I wait, the worse it gets. Same for my monthly round of pictures of Jack. The last one of those was February 2021. Whoops.
I just used up my blogging time recommending books to online friends, and that makes me happy. Hopefully those recommendations will make them happy. But it means this is all I can write in the time I have. (Also, I had to spend an unexpected 45 minutes putting Jack to sleep after John tagged me in. Jack was NOT sleepy. We gave him a few bites of custard and a bite of brownie after dinner, so I’m blaming the sugar high.)
I am out of time! Good night!
Hi! I’m just dropping in quickly to tell you that I have things to tell you about* but I haven’t had time to write about them. Work got busy, so I’m spending all baby-free time on that (getting paid for the actual number of hours I work is the biggest upside to going part-time and hourly), and when I stop for the night I’ve been deciding to go to bed rather than stay up to blog.
* That doesn’t mean big news. I have no big news. I have just have small Jack stories and updates that I keep meaning to tell you about.
Anyway, I have five more minutes to work before I start getting into my shower time, so I’m off.
The only words in my head are Dr. Seuss rhymes, along with the occasional Queen or Elton John lyric (we watched Bohemian Rhapsody last week and we’re watching Rocketman tonight), so I think I’ll take last night’s waste of time as a lesson and spend this time reading. (I’m waiting for John to come in from the studio so we can finish the movie.) Only two and a half weeks before Hugo voting closes!
It’s taking me SO LONG to finish this book. It’s SUPER weird, but also very good, but SO WEIRD that I think I’m reading more slowly than usual, AND I barely have time to read, and time to vote is TICKING.
But I like it enough that I don’t want to put it down. Ugh. Problems.
Do you know what I did today? I mean, really, do you know? Because I don’t. What day is it?
This long weekend really threw me. I was happy to have it, don’t get me wrong. It’s really nice to have a day off, even working half time. Figuring out how to fit four hours of work into every day is more stressful than I imagined it would be. I’m not losing any sleep over it or anything, except that’s not true. I AM losing sleep over it because I get up extra early to get a couple of hours done before John has to get to work.
I don’t think that’s what I meant to write about because what I DID mean to write about is that I don’t have anything to write about. Which is a really boring thing to write about because if I really don’t have anything to write about, I shouldn’t write at all. EXCEPT that I’ve been on a roll these last couple of months, only missing two or three days, and I’m feeling the pressure.
Also, I TOTALLY had something else to write about, but I forgot what it was sometime in the last paragraph.
I am going to bed before this gets any worse.
Today was not a good day for braining. Jack woke up at 2:45am and got some snatches of sleep before he gave up on trying around 4am, so the three of us have pretty much been up since 2:45 this morning. Well, Jack’s asleep now, but I’m coasting on fumes and won’t be conscious much longer. Also, his nap was WAY too short and then, tired and upset as he was after only sleeping for 40 minutes, he couldn’t settle down enough to sleep again.
On the plus side, I’m the one who got him to sleep for his nap today, so yay me! I’m pretty sure it wasn’t my nap technique that had him waking up 40 minutes later.
BUT short nap yesterday then bad night last night then short nap today possibly means bad night again tonight soooooo I’m going to bed right now.
Terribly sorry about only complaining about my lack of sleep tonight. Let’s try again tomorrow.
Happy 18th anniversary to us! Today, our marriage is as old as we were when we met. Are we doing anything special to celebrate, you ask? Ha ha, you’re hilarious. We have a three-month-old. We’re ordering food for dinner, probably, and we’ll be lucky if we have any champagne. We sure know how to party. (Look for a repeat of that sentiment on New Year’s Eve. Our night is likely to look like TV, Chinese food, and MAYBE champagne. We’ll only see midnight if Jack refuses to go to sleep earlier.)
You know what I don’t want to talk about? Itching. Because I’m still itching. And it’s kind of all I can think about. Even though I think it might be getting a tiny bit better.
So that means…well. Um.
We finally finished the online childbirth class. It was…underwhelming. And repetitive. But I’m super glad we took it online, at home, so we could make fun of the videos on our own. Much more entertaining that way.
My hospital bag is packed (mostly), the baby laundry has been re-washed using not-Dreft (which is under suspicion for possibly causing my itching), and we’ll probably install the car seat tomorrow.
I don’t think there’s anything left to do…but I’m not in a rush.
Hey. Didn’t mean to disappear again. Everything is totally fine, things are good, I just fell down a “I don’t want to do anything” hole. Once work is over and I walk away from my computer, I haven’t wanted to look at it again, so I’ve been reading (finally back into GOOD books) or watching TV (we started over with The Americans since it had been YEARS since we saw the first few episodes, and we’ve been using Parks and Recreation as a palate cleanser).
Also, the coworker I occasionally fight with has been SUPER IRRITATING this week, today in particular, and UGH. So much ugh.
Oh, it SNOWED the other day. Like, three-inches-on-the-ground-before-noon kind of snow, even though the two days before had been in the mid-50s. Then the sun came out and ALL the snow was gone by 5pm. Weird day.
So yeah, that’s my news. Totally worth the wait, right?
Our toaster oven has lost its ding. I don’t know exactly how old it is – it’s definitely not the one we got as a wedding present, but I can’t remember when we replaced it. Possibly as long ago as the Portsmouth house, which makes this toaster oven around 12-14 years old. I think that’s a reasonable life expectancy. Of course, I say that as if the fact that it doesn’t ding when the timer is done means it doesn’t toast bread. It still works! It just doesn’t cheerfully alert me when it’s done anymore, so I have to pay more attention to avoid cold toast. Life is hard.
We pulled into the parking lot and saw the sign and I swear I heard the Hallelujah Chorus. This heavenly place is 33 miles from our house, and it lived up to my expectations.
Thank you, Wegmans, for ruining me for every other grocery store in existence.
I can’t. I had plans for tonight’s post, but then mosquitos got me, and all of my brain power is focused on 8 or 10 bites on my legs.
I’m not on fire.
I’m not on fire.
I’m not on fire.
Goddamn mosquitos.
I sat in the backyard for a little bit this afternoon wearing long pants and a hoodie and shivering a little even though the sun was shining and it’s AUGUST because Oregon doesn’t understand how summer works.
Of course, we spent a few days last week in Rhode Island in sweaters and sweatshirts, so I guess summer is broken everywhere this year. Or maybe it’s just broken wherever we are, since summer seemed to be handing out 100+ degree days everywhere we were NOT, and maybe I should just wear a hoodie and be grateful.
BEFORE
Nice length, but boy is that flat on top. I can’t help that, but also it gets stringy when the wind blows, and there’s a beach wedding coming up.
AFTER
Swingy! Fun! Still me! Helpfully styled by David so it’ll never look this good again!
At first I was curious.
Then I was amused.
And then John found The Bible Cure for Thyroid Disorders and my eyes rolled right out of my head.
Of course, now I can’t find it to get a picture, so you’ll just have to have faith that it exists.
Today: four pluses, one minus. Overwhelmingly positive. It was a good day.
The sun came out and the weather warmed up and I went outside and took pictures of the daffodils. I’ll need to remember this because it’s going to rain again tomorrow and for much of the next few days.
The guy with the gravel came and filled in the giant potholes in our alley and then covered the mud puddle that is our parking spot! Oh wondrous joy!
Sorry – I’m giddy with excitement since my FOUR-DAY WEEKEND starts now. We’re heading to Portland in a couple of hours to pick Molly up from the airport.
Fun is forthcoming!
Today’s headlines:
Beginner did not fall off horse today
Local woman ate birthday cake for lunch
Laptops used in coffee shops smell like coffee for days
Driving to a brewery? Don’t park in the wrong lot!
Mystery of the unmarked present solved
Because sometimes a headline is all you need.