I just ate a whole pizza.

The house is a wreck. Every once in a while I look around and the word “babyproof” scurries across my mind. Like most couples, we have a tendency to leave things like knives and shards of glass and scorpions just laying on the floor. We’re careful, so we never get hurt ourselves but it occurs to me that someone who didn’t know what those objects were, say, someone who until recently only had safe things like my inner organs to play with, might hurt themselves. How do you explain to someone like that not to eat pieces of copper sheet, tubes of watercolor paint, or the frayed wires of the laptop power cord? It’s not like warning labels will even stick to most of this stuff.

I know, I know… you’re thinking that I’m just being one of those crazy, over-protective moms who never wants her child exposed to anything the least bit dangerous or unpleasant. Well sure, I realize that I can’t always protect my baby from everything. But just try to imagine how devastated I would feel if my child was seriously injured because I couldn’t keep the house clean, and then he sued the crap out of us. So the main thing we need to work on is keeping the phonebooks put away so he can’t find a lawyer.

Well, after an emotional week, things are looking much brighter. Kevin got a fun, low-stress job less than 3 miles from the house. He’ll be working the front desk at Mouse’s 4-star kennel. Woohoo!It sucks though because now he’ll be gone 40 hours a week… not to sound like a whiny pregnant lady, but I like when we both work at home.

But I should be pretty occupied since I just landed an awesome new client so work should be fairly steady for me at least through the end of the year.Woohoo!

I’ve also decided to withdraw from classes this semester. School will always be there and right now it’s just too much to handle, especially with this new contract. I still feel like a jackass for stopping but everyone has been incredibly supportive. **Thanks everyone!** I can even get a partial refund for the class… this decision is such a weight off my mind. Last night I slept well for the first time in almost 2 weeks. Woohoo!

We’re supposed to see a little bit of blue sky tomorrow. That will help my mood tremendously. Woohoo!

Oh, one more cool thing — Kevin has started making fresh flour tortillas! Well not right this second, but in general. Woohoo!

Baby-related post up next…

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Boogaloo

It’s been raining for days. Every day when I wake up it feels like 6am because the bedroom is filled with that weird dusky light when the sun has to go through clouds and trees and window shades to get to you. I could almost convince myself that it’s Christmas time outside, which in a weird way makes the gloom a little less depressing.

So I’m terribly lethargic, not wanting to change out of my nightgown, just letting the grey weather hug to me like flannel. When I do get out of the house, it looks like just another room: dark, with a low ceiling. Sometimes it starts raining really hard, and that’s almost a relief, but most of the time it just barely mists.

Everyone says that it’s so wonderful because we need the rain. I understand that from a community perspective, but you know, *I* don’t need the rain. And for that matter, we wouldn’t “need the rain” if crazy people didn’t insist on using the vast majority of our water to keep their lawns looking unnaturally green.

So anyway, this isn’t a baby related post. I’m just down because of the weather, and overwhelmed by everything I’ve taken on. I’m seriously thinking of dropping the class I’m taking which means deciding not to ever finish my masters (the credits expire in less than a year). I hate giving up on it since I’ve come so far, but I’m just exhausted and something has to give. Sigh…

* Heartburn
* Indigestion
* Constant fretting over any abdominal pain
* Clumsiness
* Bursting into tears over little or nothing
* Wearing overalls every day
* Random sensitivity about where and how I am touched
* Nose bleeds
* Intense meanness when denied food within 5 minutes of initial hunger announcement
* Frequent urination
* Asking that an elaborate meal be cooked and then upon smelling that meal, remembering that that exact food is horribly disgusting and that what I really wanted was a bag of microwave popcorn.
* Constant burping

And somehow Kevin still says I’m sexy. That’s the miracle.