December 8, 2009
Thanks guys, you have no idea how much I needed those comments and emails yesterday.
Honestly, it turned out to be one of the craziest days I've had in a long, loooong time. It ended with my dog eating the chocolate advent calendar (she sucks), and James throwing down the tantrum of the century. Seriously, this meltdown was epic. So epic, that I pulled an old running trophy out of the basement, slammed it on his dresser and yelled, "CONGRATULATIONS! INMATES AROUND THE WORLD ARE PROUD OF YOUR BEHAVIOR!"
He stopped on a dime and was like, "Weally?"
I was like, "Really."
And he was all, "Sanks, Mom! I do love dat twophy!"
And I was thinking, "Damn. I should've thought that through. I really like that trophy, too...."
Anyway, some of your suggestions for managing my work-from-home situation were really, really great--much better than the ideas I had for coping. Namely wine, beer, vodka, moonshine, or pursuing a younger man.
It dawned on me this morning that my neighbor--you know, the 75 year-old woman who lives 50 feet to my left--absolutely adores babies. She stops by to see Maggie a couple of times a week and is constantly dropping hints that she'd love to babysit. Well guess what, Marion? If we can work around your water aerobics schedule, I'd looooove to have you save my sanity. (and get my trophy back if you could manage it)
Thanks again, you guys.