Its been a long time...again

I'm sitting here contemplating going to sleep...but trying to find reasons not to.

So I decided to write a blog! LOL

I had a productive day today.  I got up and got keh and me dressed on time.  Out the door on time...made it to the sitter's a little early so I deviated from routine and took my daughter to breakfast.  She had to bring her blankie into Dunkin Donuts with us...which I didn't even mind.  I ordered her some hash browns and juice...me...a caramel ice latte that was super delicious.  We just sat for a few and people watched. 

The we hopped back in the car because I still wanted to be at work "on time" and I dropped her off at Miss Chrissie's.  She walked in without much fuss...she loves her sitter and her kids for which I am completely and utterly grateful for...I am trying my best not to think about the last time I will drop her off...it hurts and makes this wet shit come out of my eyes.  lol

Ugh

Today at work my mission was to be completely productive...well really...my mission was to go around my ego and be productive anyway....I'm already starting to feel the push of not wanting to acknowledge that this impending move will be upon us soon enough.  60 days more or less.  My ego is showing up by distracting me as to avoid cleaning my desk and starting the winding down process of leaving OTSG better than when I found it.  Which believe me is no easy task.  LOL Because all of us are consistently busy and also because...I don't want it to be real.  It sucks and is a blessing I love my job.  I finally have a solid repoire with a stubborn co-worker that I appreciate...My bosses couldn't be more amazing and understanding...and I make great money for not being a college grad yet. 

So semi losing the productivity battle til lunch, my husband comes along to say hello.  He's having one of his worst days and only asks for my prayers of clarity.  I can feel the energy behind his words but I reassure him that whatever fuck up he may have committed...that his opportunity to fix it would come..and that having 9 months of not having his ego get in the way of our progress as a family has been absolutely amazing.  An ego push was bound to happen and that it was just a reminder of how letting his self-sabotage tendencies feels like.  This moment was just a stepping stone and our life is on track.  He got it because I meant it.

He also got me new boots because my other ones were a tad too small.  Its nice to be spoiled sometimes.

Feeling guilty for not being super productive I bid my love a good day and set off to find something to eat in this late hour of the afternoon.  I drove to fill up my gas tank and then I started back to work.  Not feeling to hungry I thought it would be unwise to not eat anything...so I drove past work slowly and went to panera. 

Frontega Chicken and Broccoli and Cheese soup.  Ate the sammich...saved the soup.

Back at work, I started busting ass doing the menial things I've been putting off...like organizing folders to be given to the analysts and making labels...processing payments...clearing off my desk...

no sooner did I get started that I noticed it was quitting time....

30 minutes after I could have left...I did leave...being productive gets addicting but I made myself stop because I really do just wanna hold my baby today. 

Zip to the sitter's and like always those chubby little arms raise in exclamation "MOMMY!"

How can anyone have a shitty day when coming home to that?

Get baby in the car and channel my iphone to play the latest installment of the mike o mera show...I'm addicted literally...laughing to those fools talk destresses me like no other...and am grateful for their banter.  It helps remind me life is too serious to take seriously. 

When my little podcast ends...I'm usually home and time to focus on feeding my little monster.  Lucky for me I have my broccoli and cheese soup.  Luckier still...she loves it and eats the whole bowl by herself.  Can't complain...its better than just a few of whatever else I would have cooked her. 

After dinner I get ready to watch my redbox...Date Movie...I don't have high expectations for it but I was pleasantly surprised and amused.  I did have some laugh out loud moments and dub it worthy of my dollar from the redbox...Keh did me the honor of just snuggling up in my arms and being still while we watched...she eventually went to sleep in my arms and was out by 8.  BRILLIANT!  When Date Movie was over my dad magically appeared just as I was plotting ways to get my redbox back before 9 pm...the golden hour in which my dollar rental becomes a two dollar rental. 

I made it with 7 minutes to spare and grabbed some milk to replenish Keya's supply.  Got home 10 minutes later and decided to watch Ip man 2 before I had to send it to my beloved overseas. I think I fell in love with the first one deeper, although this one was very decent. 

11 pm.

facebook around...myspace around...then I decide to write this note....

what was the point of all this diatribe?  Nothing....just wanted to write.

Hi. :) LOL