Ancient Parent Secret

I am always so exhausted after work. It's a long damn day. Then I go home, make dinner, play with the baby and hang out with the husband. Which is all great stuff. I'm not complaining. But dude. I'm TIRED. So by the time the baby goes to bed (LATE), all I want to do is go to sleep. The dishes don't get done, the dust stays put on the furniture, and I don't even want to discuss the floors.

I figured out what I need to do to get a little housework done late at night after Tucker goes to sleep and Brian is doing work.

I drink a huge cup of coffee before I leave work. I'm rarin' to go until about 11, 11:30. I got so much done last night, people. Is this the best thing for me? Probably not. But for now, I finally realize why so many people drink coffee. I'll stop drinking it eventually. Like when I retire.

So, Um, Yeah

It's been awhile since I've posted. I'm kinda burnt out, I have to admit. But I'm trying to pull myself out of it.

Work has been hectic. My client is going on maternity leave, and I will be taking over for her while she's out. I'm excited about it, but there is a lot of preparation involved.

Speaking of preparation, Tucker's first birthday is coming up! What does that mean? A party, of course. We're talking a barbeque with family and a few close friends. It's going to be like 50 people at least. Tee hee!

I love getting myself going on planning these things. I always think, "Oh, it'll all just fall into place." Um....

I have a lot of shit to do!! We've got to make sure the house is clean enough and clutter-free. We've got to make sure there's enough food...and along that line, we've got to get a kick-ass cake for the little guy. We're thinking a cupcake is the way to go. And then we might have something special for the adults...for those of you who read the blog, this'll be a fun surprise.

So, that's it in a nutshell. We got a new washer and dryer thanks to my wonderful husband. He really made doing laundry enjoyable, if there is such a thing as doing enjoyable laundry. Now if only there were enough hours in a day to catch up on said laundry...

Somehow, I Know One Day This Will Bite Me In The You Know What

I always, always, always find bathroom humor hilarious. I'm like a five-year-old. So whenever Tucker farts, I laugh.

Well now, he laughs whenever he farts too. This is probably not a good thing. But damn, it's cute.

How Did It Get To Be That I Haven't Posted In So Long?

I don't even know. The weeks are flying by. Tucker just turned 10 months old. It's really kinda crazy. His hair is getting long, like the kind of long where it's in his eyes a little bit, but I just can't bring myself to cut it. I think he looks damn cute like that. After his first birthday, I'll consider it.

I had an amazing weekend last weekend. I had a group of mommies over to my house who are truly just so cool. They're smart and talented and crafty and just so much fun. The meetup was actually a surprise shower for one of my friends who just had a baby. What a good excuse to get everyone together. They came from as far as New York and North Carolina and I couldn't have asked for more. It was awesome.

Brian has a gig in Vegas in two weeks and I'm so proud of him. He's got some other stuff coming down the pike, too. I feel like I should probably be doing his PR. Brian if you're reading this, we should talk about that.

This weekend is all about cleaning the house and trying to get organized. For a damn change.

This Is What Happens When Mommy Isn't Home During The Day

Brian and Tucker like to mess with me while I'm at work. I'm always so jealous when I leave the house in the morning and they're still in their PJs, hanging out. So this is the (blurry) picture I get from them this afternoon...Apparently my baby is now a hillbilly.

Memory Candles, Best Friend Poems and Pink Balloons

Those are the things that I remember most about my bat mitzvah...that was 20 years ago today! I wish I could say that it was more meaningful than just the big party that took place after I stood on the bimah and sang (in Hebrew, no less) in front of 200 of my closest friends and family. But I honestly was just excited about having a big party.

It wasn't a super-fancy affair. I had a luncheon after my service, complete with a band, a huge display of pink and white balloons at the front of the room, and little pads of pink paper made to look like dollar bills with my face stamped on each one as favors. Not cute.

I remember the party being really fun, and I remember that everyone loved my dress, which in retrospect was definitely more of a "night party" dress than a luncheon dress. But no matter. The important thing is that I got to party with my friends for the day, collect a lot of checks and get my very first period that night.

Yep. I became a woman that day in more ways than one.

And I bet you're thinking that I did something stupid with all the cash I got that day. Nope. I saved most of it, but spent some on a big TV and VCR for my room. So that I could record Young and the Restless and Days of Our Lives. True story.

Inspiration

I told Amy that I would be writing a blog entry about inspiration...like two weeks ago. And then stupid Steven Speilberg made that the theme of his acceptance speech of his lifetime achievement Cecil B. DeMille whatever-it's-called award last night at the Golden Globes. And now everyone will just think I'm copying him. But I'm not. Amy, can you vouch for me? Thanks.

So...2009. We can talk all day about how it's the year we have to remember to mind our finances because the economy's in the shitter, and it's the historical year that we will see an African American man become President of the United States of America. And those are really important things.

But I'm going to talk about how 2009, at least for me, is going to be the year for inspiration. I'm going to look at what inspires me to do things, whatever those things are, and I'm actually going to do them. I am feeling alternately very motivated to create and too tired to create them. I have a lot that I want to achieve, and I feel like I want to make good on those promises to myself.

Last year, 2008, was an incredible year. I had a beautiful baby boy who amazes me every day. And I want him to be proud of me. I want him to look at me as an inspiration to do the things he wants to do. I know this might all seem kind of scatterbrained and arbitrary, but I know what I mean. For some reason I'm having trouble articulating it. Maybe when I start actually creating, I will be able to convey what I mean if I'm not coming off as making any sense.

My husband inspires me to think outside the box every day. He is constantly thinking up new things to do or perform or build. It's really amazing - his mind never stops. Sometimes I might seem annoyed because he's CONSTANTLY talking about new things - but I think mostly I'm just jealous that he is so creative and I don't think I can keep up sometimes. I want to be as creative as he is.

I've been lucky enough to meet a group of women, mothers specifically, who have inspired me to try things that I've been scared to try because of fear of failure. I'm gonna try. Because I'm inspired to.

Inspired to what, you might ask? I want to be better at the things I know. I have always been one of those people who knows a little about a lot of things. I want to know a lot about a lot of things. Like I can cook, but I'm not exceptional. I can knit, but I want to do things besides scarves and the like. I can write, but I haven't practiced my craft enough to really wow anyone. There are a million examples like this.

So 2009, here you are. A clean slate for me to fill with my creations, whatever they may be. Stay tuned.