Monday, October 27, 2014

#Microblog Mondays 9


  • How much time would a 2-year-old have to spend in bounce houses before bounce houses would get old?  Just wondering after our sons spent over six hours in the aggregate in various bounce houses at three separate parties this weekend and still wanted more.
  • According to MJ, I am not allowed to have friends because I am HIS mommy.  (He is also not keen on the idea that I am AJ's mommy, too.)
  • I like candy and cookies as much as the next person, but I cannot recall ever crying because someone told me I couldn't have more of them, as AJ did this weekend.
  • The past three weekends, MJ has refused to take a nap for us.  He still naps at day care five days a week.  It really sucks because (1) he is tired and needs the rest, and (2) it means I cannot get anything done on the weekends. Ah well. . . .

Monday, October 20, 2014

#Microblog Mondays 8

Toddler haiku. . .

My son will not sleep
Though it's nap time and he's tired
A long afternoon

"Mac cheese," once a hit
Now left uneaten on plate
The dog licks his lips

Wow! Big garbage truck
It's our new favorite toy
Let the fights commence


Monday, October 13, 2014

Microblog Monday 7


Random thoughts. . .
  • I should realize by now that if I think I am caught up, either around the house or at work, that just means that I am neglecting or have forgotten a number of key tasks that need to be completed.
  • It's a sad commentary on our current life that MM and I literally cannot coordinate a single evening or afternoon this month to see the movie Gone Girl. . . when pre-kids, we would've seen this movie opening night, or at least opening weekend.  (I read and loved the book, and MM has wanted to see it since seeing the first preview.)
  • On a more positive note. . . it's so fun to see our sons growing and developing, and to see the pleasure that my in-laws derive from watching the new things they can do.
  • I really need to just schedule massages at regular intervals rather than waiting until I can actually feel the tension in my upper back and neck.
  • There were no tears at the pumpkin patch this year!

Monday, October 6, 2014

#MicroblogMondays 6


Completely random thoughts on a Monday. . . 
  • I got to see my father for a few hours this weekend.  It was good to see him, although one of the hard parts of getting older is watching my parents getting old. . . .
  • I knew when I looked ahead at the calendar for October last month that this would be a busy month for us, and every time I turn around it seems that something else gets added to our schedule.  (This past weekend was a good example: it was supposed to be our slow-ish weekend, and we ended up adding a trip to Tucson to see my dad on three days' notice, and then I went to a client dinner last night after my sons' swim lesson on only a few hours' notice.) It's nice to be social and do things, but it also gets tiring.
  • Your thoughts on this scenario: couple divorces, and one of the stated reasons (according to husband) is that he wanted children and (ex-)wife did not.  Fast forward two years: ex-wife is now married to someone else and happily pregnant.  I know the husband well enough to know that he wasn't lying when he gave me (and other friends) this reason for the break-up of their marriage, so did the ex-wife lie to him?  Did she change her mind about wanting children?  Or did she just not want to have children with *him*?  Hmmm. . . . (BTW, ex-husband is now happily engaged to someone new, so I'm not sure he cares; I'm just curious.)
  • Despite my busy-ness this weekend, I was able to spend two short periods during the boys' Saturday nap time doing some cleaning and decluttering in our house (including an area of our bedroom that hadn't really been touched in MONTHS, sadly), and I am always pleasantly surprised at how imposing some order where there was chaos gives me a feeling of comfort and peace.
  • I discovered a delicious new coffee creamer this weekend:  (http://smile.amazon.com/Coffee-mate-Abuelita-Mexican-Chocolate-Creamer/dp/B00O2EPGD6/ref=sr_1_1?s=grocery&ie=UTF8&qid=1412612683&sr=1-1&keywords=coffee+mate+mexican+chocolate).  Yum!

Monday, September 29, 2014

#MicroblogMondays 5

I normally don't hate Mondays.  I actually kinda like getting back into the routine of the week, and when I don't hate my job, I look forward, on some level, to getting back to work.

Today is an exception.  I was awake in the middle of the night with gastrointestinal distress and woke up with a headache.  Which meant I had to take medication and go back to sleep after MM and the boys left.  Which meant that I got a later start to my day than usual.  Which means that I am starting the day behind.

I hate that.

Happy Monday!  ;-)

Monday, September 22, 2014

#MicroblogMondays 4

I've been thinking lately that it would be great if I could clone myself.  It seems that there simply aren't enough hours in each week for me to do all the things I need to do at work and at home and still spend the time I'd like to spend with my sons and my husband--not to mention my friends--and have sufficient hours left in the day for things like eating, hygiene, sleep, etc.

However, each time I think having a clone would be a good idea, I am reminded of the movie Multiplicity from the 1990s, where Michael Keaton's character had the same notion, and the plan didn't work out very well for him.

So rather than cloning myself, I guess I'll have to go back to letting certain things slide, being more disciplined overall, outsourcing what I can, and practicing triage.

Friday, September 19, 2014

I saw my donor today

Although our donor is technically "anonymous," I know a lot about her.  Not only do I have her profile with photos and a lot of personal information, you may recall that I also found a personal website about a year ago that revealed a lot of information about her (I posted about that here).  

So when I sat down at my gate at the San Diego airport this morning and she was there, I recognized her immediately.  I could hardly believe my eyes at first--thought my mind was playing tricks on me--but I didn't doubt for a moment that it was she.

It seems like such a huge coincidence that we were on the same flight.  There are eleven daily flights from San Diego to my city on that airline alone, not to mention others, and it appeared that she was just catching a connection in Phoenix.  Also, this trip was just a quick, overnight visit for business for me, and the first time I'd been to San Diego since our embryo transfer over three years ago.


What are the odds that she and I would be on the same flight?


It was really interesting for me to be able to see her "in the flesh," and although I was very tempted to talk to her, I resisted that temptation because I didn't want to seem like a creepy stalker.


Life is very strange sometimes.