Just when you think....

......she'll NEVER sleep, she finally does. I knew she couldn't stay up forever, but three hours is a LONG time, when she's half eating, half spitting up and totally not letting me put her down!

.....that you've heard it all, you hear a remake of your FAVORITE Cure song. By someone who was 2 in 1987 and Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me was on permenant play in my pink boom box. And while you start to like the remake a little bit, you realize that she's changed some lyrics and omitted others, and well, that you are in fact a cranky old purist.

.....your're not sure exactly how it will all work out, you go back to your old reliable part time job. And people are happy to see you, go goo-ga-ga over your baby and suddenly you realize the perfect situation--working for 4 hours every Saturday morning. And they give you the pay bump-up you would have been entitled to had you not taken a mental health break this summer anyway.

There you have it--enough insight to today for me.

So it's Noon on Monday...

And here I am. Week 4 of being at home......now officially unemployed, atleast for a few minutes. Realizing that I'm having a harder time with this than I thought I would. Not so much with the not actually working part, and of course there's the loss of income part, but there's more to it than that. Just can't figure out what it is, exactly. Except that this is the first "week before Labor Day" that I haven't been in school since, well, 1980..... (NJ schools don't start til after labor day, so that's my excuse til the 4th grade). My years have always started in August, not January like normal people.

I keep telling myself that if I'd given birth, no one would expect me to be doing a whole hell of a lot at this stage, so it's the same, right?? Right, except that I don't have stitches in delicate places and so forth....

So the latest plan is to work very part time and/or find a job where I can take the B.O.J (my friend chuck calls da babe--Bundle Of Joy) for a few months. Then after a few head (and bank account) clearing months, evaluate from there . Maybe take a class or two and find something new to do. The thought of leaving the B.O.J with a sitter makes me nervous, which I think will be easier when she's a little older. Atleast I won't have my pesky former employer bugging me to come in and substitute!!!

In other news, I feel very accomplished today....found out about www.optoutsprescreen.com , where you can get off of some pesky mailing lists for credit cards. Found my scrapbooking stuff in the garage, got a new Sex and the City DVD in the mail, and got 2 loads of laundry done. I could get used to this......

My Top Five Songs

So rainbowfish has tagged me, and I'm not sure how to play, but I'll try.....I have to list my five favorite songs, then I'm supposed to tag 5 more people, but see, I don't know that I know 5 more bloggers.....but I'll try!

Songs I'm digging, in no particular order:

1. "Switch" by Will Smith
2."Hollaback Girl" by Gwen Stefani (mostly her transition from No Doubt to this fascinates me)
3. "Do You Want Fries with That?" by Tim McGraw (found it in MT)
4. "DreamGirl" by DMB
5. The Happiest Baby on the Block "Fetal Heartbeat Music"-- I kid you not, it is newborn ether in a CD!

Now here's the thing, I don't know how to make a link to the next people I'd like to tag......I'm going to post this the way it is, and hopefully come back to link Ann and NotLKM so they can play!

First Impressions

Ok, so it's Saturday morning, but baby kahuna doesn't know that, so we are up like it's a normal day....well, she was up, but now she's snoring on the boppy. Anyway, it's feast or famine on this blog, so I'm considering doing several smaller, topic-oriented posts today, to avoid posts of epic proportions. I digress.

Met with my friend, the Drama Queen Mother and two other fellow bloggers last night, and she told the story of her first impression of me. Let me preface this with we were 15, and in geometry class taught by a very gruff woman with a stick up her butt. I hated math, and so didn't get geometry it really wasn't funny.

So Ang tells me last night that she and her fellow CHEERLEADER friend noted that I was "the chick who just kept talking.....and what's up with the gloves?!?!" I remember the talking (my one downfall behavior in school--through college), but gloves?!??! Who the hell wears gloves inside? Apparently I did. More than once. I tried to defend myself-- "Um, remember how cold our school was?" to which she replied,"I was in a CHEERLEADER skirt--I wasn't that cold!" Then I'm thinking, it was really dry in there-maybe I did it to protect my very dry skin.

Then I realize that while I've always tried to be cool, and that I really have never cared about what other people think, I really have always come off as a DORK who doesn't care what other people think. And my memory is crap.

But then I got to thinking.....Ang and I eventually became friends that year. And I helped bring her over to the black-wearing, tortured drama club, and then it was OK because we talked all through class together. Seventeen years ago. And I realized that in the past week, I've spoken to my other three best friends from high school....all whom I met in honors English freshman year, 18 years ago. That means that I've known these women more than half my life. How incredible is that? Thankfully they were all able to see past the gloves.........

The Universe Smiles on You, Mich

That's what a good friend told me this week. I was surprised when she said it, as we were pushing our strollers around the zoo. But then I realized I was pushing a baby stroller around the zoo!!! How cool is that?? Forget about the lawsuit I'm building against my former employer (apparently maternity=termination in their handbook), the fact the I've been summoned for jury duty and I'm not sure we're going to be able to buy a new house now that we are a 1-income family......she's right, the Universe does smile on me!

I've got an amazing little girl, a fabulous husband who did, just yesterday, get a promotion, a very clean and neutral home, and I am literally surrounded by so many friends and loved ones that I lose track. She's right. My life is damn good.

My muse has arrived

Possible book titles I could wax poetic for:

1. How to become a mom in 23 days or less

2. Adoption: Poof goes your previous life!

3. Baby girls or baby angels?

4. 12 months sometimes means 4 months

5. The 8lb roommate

6. Happiness is being a mom

That's it for now......life is soooooo good!