Hello there.
Blog? What blog? Oh...this blog! Totally forgot about it.
I've been so bad about writing this week, and for good reason. I even actually forgot to weigh myself yesterday morning because 1.) I didn't know it was Wednesday and 2.) the whole concept of weight loss has taken a back burner to other issues that have presented themselves this week. So, weight check-in next week, promise.
First, I keep hearing Gordon Gekko's voice in my head...'Sleep...for lack of a better word...is good." (Yes, we saw that atrocious mess of Oliver Stone's a few weeks ago. Skip it). Sleep is, in my opinion, a cornerstone for successful daily functioning. And when you are not sleeping (or say, your baby isn't) life can get pretty miserable.
And for the last few weeks, I've been wondering when Scotty is going to switch over from two naps a day to one. It's worse than sitting through the results show for Dancing With the Stars; I am just waiting, wondering, waiting...it's maddening. And then on Tuesday, he woke up at a blissful 8am. Today is the day! I thought. Today, we will skip the morning nap, move right into the three-hour afternoon nap, and be in bed by 7pm. Textbook! Love it.
So we did. He was in his crib at 12:30 and fell asleep at 1pm. And I sat on the couch, happy for a breather, and watched 45 minutes of Oprah.
And then he woke up.
I wasn't showered. The kitchen was still a disaster from lunch. I had a bunch of phone calls to make and bills to pay and nothing was done. And worse, I had a cranky toddler on my hands for the next FIVE hours until Da-da comes home. Please kill me now.
I think it's so funny that stay-at-home moms complain of having the same day everyday, which results in extreme boredom. And then bam! One day, things are different and I'll admit, I freaked out. I literally had no idea what to do. Do we try to go back to sleep? Early bedtime? Run errands? Stay close to home? All of this probably sounds very trite, but at the moment, it was like alarm bells ringing in my head and the clock ticking slowly...very slowly...until the hour when Dad comes home.
We managed to get through it (lots of errands) and Wednesday was no different. Asleep at 1:30 and I raced around the house getting stuff done. I only had an hour, right? I was flying.
And then he slept until 4:45pm.
This lack of predictability can really make a person crazy.
So anyways, that's why I didn't get a chance to write. Blame it on the baby.
Back to the new stuff. After a lovely weekend with my favorite Republicans (I swear, the four of us are the only people I know that can spend an entire dinner arguing about the mental health of the people of Denmark. I'm not kidding), Tiffany was kind enough to suggest some reading that might help me better understand the concepts of individualism v. collectivism. (I know, once again, don't you wish you could hang out with us? We're so fun...) So, next on the iPad reading list is "Anthem" by Ayn Rand. Yes, it's a bit of a change from the Sookie Stackhouse series, but I'm excited. (kind of). And I really need to get my brain working again since last week, I spelled our last name wrong; I forgot the C.
Ah, Motherhood.
Also new is the decision to (gulp...drumroll please...) join a local philanthropic women's group here in Vegas called Junior League. It's a national organization with chapters (?) in each city, and they host and perform a variety of charitable functions. Despite the fact I've been rather, er, outspoken on my thoughts on Jr. League, it finally hit me that I'm not really doing anything to help anyone by sitting on the sidelines, and that kind of makes me a hypocrite. I also attended an event on Friday night with a friend who is a member and had a great time,which gives me hope that I can have fun, restart my brain, and do some good for the community all at the same time. And the fact that we went out to dinner afterwards and noshed on mac'n'cheese with crushed Doritos on top just made the whole experience that much better. Did Doritos factor into my decision to join Jr. League? Yes, yes it did.
So, I joined. I submitted my application on Tuesday and our first pledge class meeting, er, provisional meeting, is next Wednesday. I'm not going to lie, trying to sort out the difference between sororities and Junior League is going to take me awhile, so bear with me as I learn the new vernacular. (I did rather snarkily ask my friend when the hazing started, but she just laughed and smacked me.)
And finally, in terms of the new, Brian's birthday was yesterday so he is embarking on a new year. Scotty was thoughtful enough to get him all kinds of Green Bay gear (purchased prior to the myriad of injuries), including a little stuffed moose in a Green Bay shirt. Brian promptly names him "Moose-tafa." Hahahaha. Happy birthday, sweetie!
Blog? What blog? Oh...this blog! Totally forgot about it.
I've been so bad about writing this week, and for good reason. I even actually forgot to weigh myself yesterday morning because 1.) I didn't know it was Wednesday and 2.) the whole concept of weight loss has taken a back burner to other issues that have presented themselves this week. So, weight check-in next week, promise.
First, I keep hearing Gordon Gekko's voice in my head...'Sleep...for lack of a better word...is good." (Yes, we saw that atrocious mess of Oliver Stone's a few weeks ago. Skip it). Sleep is, in my opinion, a cornerstone for successful daily functioning. And when you are not sleeping (or say, your baby isn't) life can get pretty miserable.
And for the last few weeks, I've been wondering when Scotty is going to switch over from two naps a day to one. It's worse than sitting through the results show for Dancing With the Stars; I am just waiting, wondering, waiting...it's maddening. And then on Tuesday, he woke up at a blissful 8am. Today is the day! I thought. Today, we will skip the morning nap, move right into the three-hour afternoon nap, and be in bed by 7pm. Textbook! Love it.
So we did. He was in his crib at 12:30 and fell asleep at 1pm. And I sat on the couch, happy for a breather, and watched 45 minutes of Oprah.
And then he woke up.
I wasn't showered. The kitchen was still a disaster from lunch. I had a bunch of phone calls to make and bills to pay and nothing was done. And worse, I had a cranky toddler on my hands for the next FIVE hours until Da-da comes home. Please kill me now.
I think it's so funny that stay-at-home moms complain of having the same day everyday, which results in extreme boredom. And then bam! One day, things are different and I'll admit, I freaked out. I literally had no idea what to do. Do we try to go back to sleep? Early bedtime? Run errands? Stay close to home? All of this probably sounds very trite, but at the moment, it was like alarm bells ringing in my head and the clock ticking slowly...very slowly...until the hour when Dad comes home.
We managed to get through it (lots of errands) and Wednesday was no different. Asleep at 1:30 and I raced around the house getting stuff done. I only had an hour, right? I was flying.
And then he slept until 4:45pm.
This lack of predictability can really make a person crazy.
So anyways, that's why I didn't get a chance to write. Blame it on the baby.
Back to the new stuff. After a lovely weekend with my favorite Republicans (I swear, the four of us are the only people I know that can spend an entire dinner arguing about the mental health of the people of Denmark. I'm not kidding), Tiffany was kind enough to suggest some reading that might help me better understand the concepts of individualism v. collectivism. (I know, once again, don't you wish you could hang out with us? We're so fun...) So, next on the iPad reading list is "Anthem" by Ayn Rand. Yes, it's a bit of a change from the Sookie Stackhouse series, but I'm excited. (kind of). And I really need to get my brain working again since last week, I spelled our last name wrong; I forgot the C.
Ah, Motherhood.
Also new is the decision to (gulp...drumroll please...) join a local philanthropic women's group here in Vegas called Junior League. It's a national organization with chapters (?) in each city, and they host and perform a variety of charitable functions. Despite the fact I've been rather, er, outspoken on my thoughts on Jr. League, it finally hit me that I'm not really doing anything to help anyone by sitting on the sidelines, and that kind of makes me a hypocrite. I also attended an event on Friday night with a friend who is a member and had a great time,which gives me hope that I can have fun, restart my brain, and do some good for the community all at the same time. And the fact that we went out to dinner afterwards and noshed on mac'n'cheese with crushed Doritos on top just made the whole experience that much better. Did Doritos factor into my decision to join Jr. League? Yes, yes it did.
So, I joined. I submitted my application on Tuesday and our first pledge class meeting, er, provisional meeting, is next Wednesday. I'm not going to lie, trying to sort out the difference between sororities and Junior League is going to take me awhile, so bear with me as I learn the new vernacular. (I did rather snarkily ask my friend when the hazing started, but she just laughed and smacked me.)
And finally, in terms of the new, Brian's birthday was yesterday so he is embarking on a new year. Scotty was thoughtful enough to get him all kinds of Green Bay gear (purchased prior to the myriad of injuries), including a little stuffed moose in a Green Bay shirt. Brian promptly names him "Moose-tafa." Hahahaha. Happy birthday, sweetie!
Mmm, pumpkin cheesecake
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SuperBear!
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