It's 3:48pm. Crucial moment here in the household, because it means that in all of 12 minutes I will be going to pick up my Peanut.
Positives: I GET TO SEE PEANUT! I've missed her all day and can't wait for that smile I (sometimes) get when I walk through the daycare door.
Negatives: After said (possible) smile, I will then spend the subsequent 28 minutes convincing her to (a) leave daycare, (b) sit in her car seat (this is the worst one, and lately involves punishment of some sort) and (c) not to pull my hair.
Do the positives outweigh the negatives? Well, that wholly depends on what time you ask me. You see, the lovely thing about parenthood, spanning from the actual birthing to anything from meltdowns to missed curfews to screaming matches, is that, hours later, it is already physically impossible to sensorially remember just how much your kid pissed you off.
So, right now, seeing as I haven't seen my Peanut since 8:45 this morning when she insisted on turning on my car radio in the driveway before I left for work, I can say: no brainer, positives are definitely outweighing the negatives, can't wait to see her.
On the other hand, if you ask me in a half-hour, amid the hair-pulling-not-doing-the-carseat-thing drama, my answer will be of quite a different sort: ADOPT HER!!!!!
Happy Belated Mommy's Day, co-Mommies!
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Decisions, decisions
Being a mom has made me less afraid of things I was afraid of before, and more afraid of things I was never afraid of.
Life has been somewhat tumultuous these past few weeks (work stuff) and, going through it, I realized that my way of handling it all has changed so much since Sofia's come to be. While big decisions are hard to make regardless, the heart of what's at them is now different. No longer thinking solely of what benefits me or even what is best for Andrea, but really focusing - happily focusing - on what it all means to little Sofia. How it will affect her life, how my decisions will come to touch her future self, if at all.
I suppose this is all pretty common knowledge (especially to parents more seasoned than I). And, of course, this is not at all to say that I've become selfless or do anything only based on Sofia. No, no, the self-centered me would never be party to that sort of silliness. I just feel more...balanced? Responsible? Protective?. All of the above I guess. All of the above, and a touch of Wanting to Make 'Er Proud.
Life has been somewhat tumultuous these past few weeks (work stuff) and, going through it, I realized that my way of handling it all has changed so much since Sofia's come to be. While big decisions are hard to make regardless, the heart of what's at them is now different. No longer thinking solely of what benefits me or even what is best for Andrea, but really focusing - happily focusing - on what it all means to little Sofia. How it will affect her life, how my decisions will come to touch her future self, if at all.
I suppose this is all pretty common knowledge (especially to parents more seasoned than I). And, of course, this is not at all to say that I've become selfless or do anything only based on Sofia. No, no, the self-centered me would never be party to that sort of silliness. I just feel more...balanced? Responsible? Protective?. All of the above I guess. All of the above, and a touch of Wanting to Make 'Er Proud.
Monday, May 2, 2011
What Allergy Season Means to Me
It's that time of the year again, folks! The one where I am the worst possible person I can be: simultaneously sneezy, fidgety, frustrated, snippy and totally out of it thanks to the antihistamines. You just gotta love me from May 1st (precisely) to end-of-June.
The annoying thing is, I really love Springtime so so much. I love the whole flower blooming and animal mating and such. The rejuvenation of it all. Who doesn't appreciate the poetic sunshine after a long, dark winter? Hitler, that's who. Oh, and me, at 3 o'clock in the morning when my throat is so scratchy it feels like I swallowed a vial of poison ivy. Thanks, Nature.
My new doc put me on new meds this year, we'll see how it works out for me. Right now, I'm on Day 2 (perhaps I should've started earlier...say, December?) and my nose is as red and eyes as puffy as ever. It took me 13 minutes just to get all the crud off my eyelids this morning when I woke up. (Enjoy your lunch!)
One day they will find a cure for seasonal allergies (if he weren't dead, I'd be calling Jerry Lewis right now - wait, he's dead, right?). Until then, I just have to suck it up. And wonder what the hell possessed me to move to Umbria, "the green heart of Italy."
ACHOO!
The annoying thing is, I really love Springtime so so much. I love the whole flower blooming and animal mating and such. The rejuvenation of it all. Who doesn't appreciate the poetic sunshine after a long, dark winter? Hitler, that's who. Oh, and me, at 3 o'clock in the morning when my throat is so scratchy it feels like I swallowed a vial of poison ivy. Thanks, Nature.
My new doc put me on new meds this year, we'll see how it works out for me. Right now, I'm on Day 2 (perhaps I should've started earlier...say, December?) and my nose is as red and eyes as puffy as ever. It took me 13 minutes just to get all the crud off my eyelids this morning when I woke up. (Enjoy your lunch!)
One day they will find a cure for seasonal allergies (if he weren't dead, I'd be calling Jerry Lewis right now - wait, he's dead, right?). Until then, I just have to suck it up. And wonder what the hell possessed me to move to Umbria, "the green heart of Italy."
ACHOO!
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