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...."
Whatever.
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.
13 comments:
And just remember - this is exactly what they do to Prisoners of War. Bright lights, loud noises, sleep deprivation, poor hygiene, no time for food…and those guys CRACK! It’s a hard gig – but it does get so much better. Mine are 11 and 14 and now they do ALL the chores. I eat bon bons and watch TV. It’s finally paying off!
Aksing for help is the first step...
You can do this, Amy!! :) I hope Marion can fit you in around her bingo and water aerobics. :)
did you actually tell james the trophy was his? or were his thanks for your letting him keep it in his room for awhile? just sayin'.
Maybe you should send James to water aerobics with Marion...it would get you some free time and tire him out!
I worked from home with my tit hanging out for a year. Then my son gave up morning naps and I just couldn't hack it anymore and I quit. Being a working mom with kids in tow is hard. I wish I'd gotten help. I couldn't afford to pay a babysitter, but I could have traded babysitting or something.
That said, Maggie is still really young. She'll figure out a routine in a few months and working from home WILL get easier... at least for a while. :)
Hang in there.
I just started reading your blog today though I listen to all of the Banned On The Runs- don't know why...Anyway, I haven't laughed so hard in a long time!!! I can relate, so say the very least.
Okay, I'm finally up to date! Amy, I'm the one that emailed you and told you that I'd found your blog and had started reading it from the beginning. I just finished, and I'm ready for the test now! haha I have no idea what the stock market is doing or what the latest on health care reform is, but by golly I can tell you the color of the stray dog that followed you home and the brand of paint you used in Jared's office! You know... the important stuff.
To commenter Saundra, I see you're a new reader, too--I HIGHLY recommend you do the same. I laughed to the point of tears COUNTLESS times! It takes a while, but if you're a lazy, procrastinating sack of crap like me and most of Amy's other readers (I know this because she took a poll some time a few months ago. lol) it's the perfect way to kill time at work.
I can picture James diggin' the trophy:) He was so tired, you are plain old tired,and Maggie is not like him with her sleeping patterns.Take Marion up on the offer...maybe even install a zipline from your upstairs to their side door.
Pam F, you're my new superfan. Seriously, I'm way impressed.
sniff* I thought I was your super fan!
oh how the tides change. they always look for someone younger with perkier breasts and then WHAM! Drop you like a hot rock.
Amy Lawson is back baby!
Well let me tell you, we have one heck of a neighbor named Marion who watched our kids pretty much once a week- she's far from 75, but she's the best.
Put your Marion to work!
Hahaha...SUPERFAN! (By the way, just so you get the full effect, I lunged one leg out and stuck both arms in the air and made peace signs when I said that.)
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