I'm here. Just crazy busy at work and home.
To amend that statement – I’m not Callie’s kind of crazy-busy, just Lynn’s crazy-busy, which is probably what most people would consider a vacation. I’m spoiled, a bit lazy, and I’m going to stop trying to change what ain’t gonna change. (This assumes my husband, the source of most of said spoiling, decides to stay married to me. Looks good so far.)
Traveled for work last week – Kansas City. I was joking with some playdate mom-friends that work related travel is the one benefit to being a working mom. They laughed, and all agreed. Especially the SAHMs who would love some alone-time. Its just a nice break to only have to worry about yourself. I got a hair cut and tamed the unibrow (
Tori and Connie! ). I soaked my feet in hot water, and worked out at the hotel gym. Read two books in 3 days and watched several TV shows. And actually got work done.
I have another trip next week – to Philly, but its only a one-nighter so I don’t anticipate much relaxation from that one. But that’s okay.
The new house is great. It gets better every day. Seriously.
Except that I found 2 ticks in my hair. Yikes! I totally freaked out, and poured over Will’s head and didn’t find any. Steve found some on Ripple, and Ellen is bald, practically, so we’d spot ‘em a mile away on her. Need to get Ripple tick protection. I do not want to imagine that every weird senstation on my scalp is a tick.
Last night the lake was like glass. You could see perfectly the image of the clouds and geese flying across the water. The fish jump ALL THE TIME. And you can hear it from across the lake, its so quiet.
You remember how my Grandma Jean died not too long ago? Well, it turns out she has channeled herself into my daughter. I’ve been trying to figure out why Ellen’s walk looks so familiar to me, and I finally realized last night that she walks JUST like Grandma Jean did. Its made me happy to think about that all day.
This from the other night:
Me: “Baby, are there any diapers down here?
Steve: “Yeah – it that box on the table. They’re Huggies no. 6’s which are very different from Pamper’s no. 6’s.”
Me: “Do you know how sexy it is that you know that?”
Steve: Silence. Then, laughing, “Are you making fun of me?”
Me: (indigant) “No! I was totally sincere!”
Both: More laughing.