Archive | November, 2013

And Then He Was Mobile.

I have already screwed up NaBloPoMo, so there you go. Seriously, I was disappointed in myself, and I started to have a pity party, but then I realized that I was late for three things and not long after, I fell asleep. My Life: One Big Party.

Tony and I sauntered into daycare this afternoon to pick up Vinnie, and they proudly announced that he rolled over today. A few times.

And it’s one of those weird things, where you’re both ecstatic and really really sad. I am thrilled that he’s growing – and not rolling over has been killing his five month old soul – but Y’ALL. He’s, like, MOBILE now.

(I am trying to deflect my mom guilt that he rolled over at daycare first and not with me. OH IT’S THERE, DON’T WORRY.)

I’m keenly aware that he’s the last baby, and how fast time moves by is so bittersweet.


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No, Your Superpower is Guilt.

I picked Tony up fairly late on Friday because work ran longer than I meant for it to. As always, he was having a blast when I picked him up, and just as reliably, he gave me guff for not being there earlier.

He knows this is a sore spot with me. Lately, he’s been keenly aware (and vocal about) how I am not one of the moms that are at the school on a regular basis.

“Tell your boss that your kid needs you,” he pleads. “She would let you come every day.”

And we talk about how much I really, really love my job, and how my job means that we can do fun stuff like eat and turn on lights, but I think mostly he just knows how much it bothers me and he wants to punish me.

So we’re driving to the daycare to get Vinnie and we got on the topic of super powers. “If you could have any super power, what would you have?” I asked him.

“I’d be invisible,” he answered immediately.

“Oh yeah? And what would you do if you were invisible?”

“I’d go to Target,” he responded. I did not see this coming.

“Target?” I asked. “Why Target? You could go anywhere!”

He cocked his head. “Because you go to Target by yourself sometimes, and if I were invisible, maybe you’d let me come too.”



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It’s November! Let’s All Suffer!

There’s this thing in the blogosphere called NaBloPoMo or some other random collection of letters that should basically equate to writing one post, every day, for the full month of November.

I’ve done it occasionally, but life is just insane at the moment, and I was all like, Who has time? And then I got sad because I used to write twice a day here. It was my smoke-break at work, my ten minutes alone with just me and a keyboard and my thoughts, and I love reading those archives.

When you write for money, it’s easy to start seeing what was once a hobby as now an obligation, and the idea of having to carve MORE time out for it can seem laborious. But in the end, these are the archives I would read. I wouldn’t fondly revisit my freelance writing gigs.

So I’m back in the saddle. Writing daily. No matter how unpolished, inane, or pointless it may feel – I’m back.

Day 1 of 30

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