Monthly archive for April 2010

Random notes

Thanks, everyone, for the nice comments on the last post.  It’s good to be reminded that I should make the most of my current ability to nap with wild abandon, but also that I very likely will survive whenever the time comes to be responsible for a wee little creature with half my DNA.  I discovered on Saturday that I have another reason why it is seeming more urgent that we add to our family:  while at Costco, I impulsively purchased a gigantic tub of Disney-themed animal crackers, and I have no one to share them with.  This may end up being a moot point, because there are so many animal crackers that there may still be some left by the time we have a toddler old enough to imbibe with me.

In unrelated news, I have never been a very good note taker, mostly because I have a very good memory and have never really had to rely on my own scribbles to remember important details.  As a result, when I do write things down, they never include the important pieces of the conversation, and I end up tidying my desk and finding 100 post-it notes, all inscribed with random half-instructions, like the one I found yesterday that said “April 1st, 1:30 – salamander”.  I offer that with no comment, simply because I have no idea what it means.

A quiet evening

The last few weeks have been a bit of a whirlwind with work deadlines and general feelings of being unsettled and of wanting to eat nothing but chocolate chip cookies.  I’ve been busy and stressed, and Mike has been busy and stressed, and the dog has gone unwalked and the the groceries have gone unpurchased and the laundry has gone unlaundered.  Last night we went out and stocked the cupboards and swept the floors and I threw several loads of laundry into the wash (and even remembered to move them into the dryer) and life all of a sudden is feeling more balanced.

I wonder how people with kids do this every day, with work and life and keeping wee little people alive all day long — it’s just Mike and I and the dog and the cats and yet somehow it sometimes gets to the point where there is only a half-rotten papaya and some stale bread in the fridge — but I hope to someday find out, because a lot of the time I have this nagging feeling that our little family isn’t quite DONE yet, like there are little Butlers out there who are smart and funny and will probably need both glasses AND braces, and I really want to meet them, to find out if they’ll be good spellers and bad at math, or quadratic equation wiz kids who can barely manage text speak.  (more…)

Hit the road, Jack (and also Jill)

Mike and I are making plans for the summer, and my cabin fever or spring fever or wanderlust or swine flu or whatever it is I’m suffering from seems to be getting worse.  My parents are currently at the very beginning of an almost 3 week stay on the Big Island of Hawaii right now, right in that beautiful part of the vacation when pretty much the whole thing is spreading out before you in an unbroken stretch of washing sand out from between your toes, drinking lilikoi margaritas, tossing your watch back in the suitcase without really even glancing at it, and wondering to yourselves what those poor saps back home would be doing right now, they’d probably just be getting in their cars to go to work right now but here WE are watching dolphins swim by not 10 feet from the edge of our deck, isn’t this the best vacation EVER?

We’re thinking of checking out the east coast, or maybe the west coast, or maybe San Francisco, or maybe just renting an adorable cottage in the middle of nowhere and spending the week reading and napping.  We can’t make up our minds, and we have no idea how much any of these options would cost or whether we could afford it, but we are both kind of feeling like tossing some sunscreen and a few changes of clothing into the back of the car and just hitting the ROAD, you know?