Hee Hee!

Can I get a Whoop-whoop?

Funny Myspace Pictures

Now THAT'S what I'm talkin' 'bout!!!

Back to the grind...

So. I go back to work on the 19th. In an odd way, I'm looking forward to it but that's probably just because I am unable to imagine it being any different than it was before. I'm sure I will be rudely shocked. I'm certainly not getting all the sleep I need, but I seem to have become used to that and can function reasonably well even on just a couple of hours. At least B will have to take a bit more responsibility for the state of our house (the dishes, specifically) if I am also working. I am absolutely dreading the first time we have a staff meeting as it requires one arrive an hour and fifteen minutes earlier than usual. I'm sure that we will all enjoy those mornings. I'm already trying to figure out what time we will all have to get up. I'm seriously considering downsizing all the crap in our house just to simplify things. It sounds like the folks at work will be willing to go easy on me for a while since it will be something totally new for me to deal with. I'm really glad that I have a good person for the care of my small monkeys, it makes me feel like it might actually work.

On another note, the dreaded Aunt Flo came back this morning. I didn't expect her so soon, and damn her for dropping by uninvited, but it does explain a bit about why I seemed to be getting smaller in the midsection and then larger again. I was also utterly shocked at the lack of warning signs. I had not a single cramp. Granted, I felt icky and tired but that is the new normal in my life. So I guess this means that things are galloping towards normal in reproductive land. I guess that's good.

Corbin is doing quite well, although he seems to think that if I am in another room I cannot hear him. This misconception didn't serve him well this morning when he thought it might be fun to rap his knuckles repeatedly on the TV screen. On the other hand, I'd hate to disabuse him of the notion as he will, all too soon I'm sure, start being a bit more stealthy and damn me if that kid ain't a spectacular liar these days. Are such things genetic? If so this must be my childhood revisited. I suppose the bright side is that he can grow up to be a car salesman, a lawyer, a polititian or maybe even an image consultant if he doesn't grow out of it.

At some point I will do a post that includes pictures, but I have to admit that I am becoming more interested in things that aren't about all things baby. I figure that's good. After all, I have to rejoin the rest of the world sometime!