Still in a bit of a lack of quality sleep/repressed emotions/random anxiety haze. So today you get deconstructed blog soup. Or a box of chocolate. Chose your own metaphor/ adventure.
Bri’s awesome Aunt was recently diagnosed with breast cancer and had surgery yesterday. Aunt P has been a reader over here for a while and a good friend to my family. She is also a super, kick ass, and all kinds of brave woman. Please keep her in your thoughts and prayers. Bri is collecting messages for her over at her site. If you have a moment please do leave her a healing message.
There is a Mama cardinal and a Papa cardinal looking to build a nest in one of the trees in the back yard. The have flown by the window over here all morning and each time I catch a glimpse of a crimson wing I think of GM. She loved cardinals. This is the longest I have ever not seen her, held her hand. And as much as I am trying to box up the grief and sadness for a time when there is, I don’t know, TIME, some of it trickles out. And last night, as I walked down the hall, I could still smell her white linen perfume.
One of Mother’s old work friends called this morning to chat. After relaying the lack of job news this friend asks, “How’s Grandmother?!!” Holy fucking shit. Like I couldn’t even talk. I heard myself explaining that she had died. But before I could filter through her condolences I just said,”please. I can’t talk about it.” I really can’t. I don’t feel like this is denial. But it might be a cousin of it.
After YEARS. (seriously) Years of begging. Dr. Molly has a blog. Yes you may do a cartwheel through blogland. She has been quietly blogging for 3 months and I am now allowed to pass on the url to ya’ll as she is ready to go from writing to writing within a community. She writes some pretty inspiring stuff- mostly about harnessing creativity and celebrating yourself. Please go wave at her, and if her space feels good, hang out. She is good people. One of the best.
[now I just need to get Mandy to blog more often, and Laura and Marta to START blogs]
In other awesome news, Jen has opened up an etsy shop. Woo! W got to try out some of her prototypes and it is some quality stuff. Jen is up and running and ready for business.
Yesterday Mother put a call in to the recruiters for the Denver job (don’t know the name of the business yet- but as soon as we do I will be reaching out to the Denver folks that e-mailed me. THANK YOU!). She also reached out to the headhunter that she worked with for years and years. He is, of course, out of town “for a few weeks”. Today will be more calls and if there is momentum on a call I will be coming back here naming locations.
I also want to say thank you to all of the advice and input you guys have given us about the job search. It is tough times out in the job hunting world and things are certainly not like they used to be. There is a lack of courtesy for starters (not with you, but with the companies hiring) and also a lack of scope.
Skip this next paragraph if the phrase, “baby poop” makes you twitch….last warning…
With the advent of solid foods we are now entering the world of solid poop. Or solid-ish. Solid adjacent. Regardless it fucking stinks and is way more of a DEAL to deal with than his previous number twos. But I have figured out that the handheld shower nozzle extends perfectly to reach the toilet and it helps depoop the cloth diapers a lot.
Done with poop talk.
But what is up with the sounds that W makes ALL DAY. EVERY DAY? Mother calls it his squeaky, creaky, haunted door sound. Can someone please buy the kid a vowel?
And one more day of awesome weather before eighty degrees finds us again…
What is random with you today?
And is it me or is flickr down??
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flickr and twitter are both flakey today, it seems.
I hate the semi-solid poop. It’s hor-ren-dous. Or maybe WHORE-en-dous. Nevermind. I did about spit my lunch out at the thought of you spraying diapers off with your shower head over a toilet.
Random thoughts going through my head… (mostly lack of) money thoughts, holiday plans (wanting to spend the holidays with family but can’t, see previous), work thoughts, what I’m going to eat for breakfast thoughts, wishing I could sit here reading blogs all day thoughts.
I had a dream last night that I was pregnant with twins and I was upset that they were going to be Leos instead of Cancers. And the weird part is, I have nothing against Leos at all (both my husband and I are Cancers though). And in another part of my dream, I lost my boss’ baby, as in I handed off her baby to someone else and forgot who and then left. I have no idea what these things mean.
And in terms of you dealing with GM’s death, when my extremely beloved grandmother passed away five years ago, I had nothing, no tears, nothing at all, just blank, until one night months later it all came out and I started bawling to a friend after I had a few drinks. I think it’s normal to internalize, especially when you’ve lost someone who was such a part of your everyday life for so long. You will deal with it in your own time.
Yeah, Flickr is down. Well it was the last time I checked.
Baby B was on formula from day one, and so was every baby whose diaper I had the pleasure of changing. I have never known anything other than nasty poo smells. This sounds weird, but you get used to it fast.
Randomness – still battling pneumonia, wanting to go lay on the couch, hoping to get better, realizing I may have kicked the smoking thing once and for all, quite unintentionally, thinking about what to blog about when I start blogging more (hehehe), loving that I no longer change diapers, wishing I could change a diaper for a sweet little baby girl, realizing how stupid that is…… ahhhh hydrocodone cough syrup, really all I am is random thoughts. Love you!
But aren’t the diapers so much more interesting now? Well, maybe not W’s yet, but they WILL be. Do not fear. (Tinfoil, I found tinfoil yesterday.)
Genius with the shower head. Mine wouldn’t reach that far, nor would I have thought of that. But I got one of those diaper sprayers and it rocks.
I follow the Inhouse Insider blog (http://www.inhouseinsider.com/) and they have a series of posts on Conducting an Attorney Job Search During a Recession that I thought might be helpful for you guys. Good luck with the recruiters! Hopefully something pans out soon.
These kept me doing cloth diapers even with the nasty poops.
http://www.kidbean.com/imse-vimse-flushable-toddler-rice-paper-diaper-liners.html
So much easier than spraying shit all over the place…
p.s. Let me know if you want me to send you a few… we’re not doing cloth anymore now that diapers are just for sleeping and pooping!
My next stop is Dr. Molly’s blog. She’s always seemed like such good people and I’m glad that I finally get to “meet” her.
I think I’m beginning to hate teaching. Seriously. No over-exaggeration intended. I am seriously considering a career change.
My Mommy Lady has been here since Saturday. I love her, and not just because she does half the stuff that I should be doing around here.
Frank is at school and I want him to come home. I miss him. I was pulling up into the driveway as he was pulling out.
I’m feeling very overwhelmed right now with work stuff.
If I won the lottery, would you move somewhere close to me if I bought you a house and gave you tons of money? We can live somewhere were there are REAL seasons and not three days of sweater weather for every thirty of hot-as-hell weather.
A girl can dream, can’t she?
Babies make some crazy sounds all right. My son once astonished all onlookers by making a very rapid “bla-bla-bla-bla-bla-ack” noise that sounded like part of the lyrics from the old song, “Black Slacks” by Joe Bennett and the Sparkletones.” You know the one: “Black slacks make a cool daddy-o/When I put them on I’m rarin’ to go.”
Aye, the creepy creak. A susurrating “raaaa”. Eerie. Especially at night. Now replaced in our house by a nasty, loud shriek. Also bad for the nerves.
It seems like you and I are in the same place concerning our emotions. I just don’t want to talk about it. Not that I am in denial, I just prefer not to remind myself.
Random thought: Sad that I missed the hubby’s phone call, but overjoyed that he talked to two of the three kiddos. Still trying to get used to him not being just a phone call away.