I cannot concentrate this week at work. I have a million things I should be doing at home, and that’s all I can think about. Of course, if I was at home, would I be completing (or even starting) one of those million things? No.
I wrote a 20 month post for Cooper. I’ve been waiting to post until I got a good picture. Despite participating in Project 366, I cannot for the life of me get a decent picture of him. He is obsessed with cameras and he refuses to sit in front of them. He wants to be behind the camera, taking pictures.
This morning on Twitter, Megan got me started on how Cooper’s daycare stresses me out. Allow me to explain. First of all, they don’t send any kind of information about activities or special days or anything home. They post everything at the daycare, in random places. So, when I show up for the 390th time with Cooper in his regular clothes, and all the other kids in their jammies? Well, I feel like a loser and the unorganized, bad mom that didn’t know it was pj day. In my defense, who has time to sit there at the daycare and read umpteen flyers? I barely have time to brush my child’s hair in the mornings. Sometimes, I don’t even have time to do that. Put that shit in an email or in my kid’s backpack. Do these other people not have jobs to rush to in the mornings or families to get home to in the evenings? Isn’t that why our kids are in daycare? Because we work?! And don’t get me started on holiday treats and teachers gifts. Yesterday I saw a million tweets and facebook pics of valentines for classmates, and even teacher valentine goodie bags. What?! Was I supposed to do that? Good thing Cooper only goes 3 days a week and Valentine’s Day fell on a day that he didn’t go this year. There are other stressors, but I’ll stop there.
Remember when I wrote that post about how much I had been struggling with Cooper lately? Well, the boy must have read it and felt badly for his mama. Because for the past week and a half, he has been his old self. And I mean, his ooolllllldddd self, like from 6 months ago. Happy, fun, pretty easy going, sweet baby boy. It can only mean that he was feeling miserable for those 6 months because he had been sick with one thing or another that entire time. He is finally not sick and not teething. That’s the only explanation I can come up with. I hope this sticks around for a while! We might even try to, oh I don’t know, take him on an errand! Gasp!
Things are starting to slow down at work. PTL!! I am so ready for some calm days. This also means that I can start up the Great Curtain Fabric Search that promptly ended when we had a large change in our company last year, thus all the busy days. Not that I would search for things like that while I was at work. No, never.
I am supposed to be on a diet. In the past 7 days, I have eaten: the majority of a batch of 40 m&m cookies, a bag of Worther’s (sp?) green apple-filled caramels, 2 Starbucks white mochas (non fat, no whip) at least one bag of haribo peaches, countless Snickers cream hearts, and half a bag of Hershey kisses. And I haven’t even gotten to the bottles of wine or take out dinner from Charleston’s and the other “regular” meals I’ve eaten. What diet? I really, really love food. Mostly, food that really has no nutritional value.
And on that note, should I join a gym or buy a treadmill for the house? That is the question. I love spin class at the gym, but would I really go? I feel like I don’t have time to work out until after Cooper goes to bed. I wake up at 5, and get home from work at 5-5:30, then cook dinner/hang out with Cooper until 7 when he goes to bed. So really I can’t work out until after 7. I wanted to start going to Crossfit, but the times of the workouts don’t really work with what I would want/be able to do. Lee will NOT be on board for a treadmill at home…