Some stuff, but mostly nonsense
Dealing with the issues like a boss
If you follow me on Twitter, you might have seen this post before Thanksgiving:
I won’t go into the details, but I do want to say that I am not usually one to write emails to teachers about issues, (so as not to be one of those parents … except in doing so I am one of those parents, just a pansy one) but an incident happened that made me really sad for Noah, and kind of ruined his morning, and hoo boy nothing will raise my hackles quite like someone ruining my kid’s morning. Ok, in fairness, she did not directly ruin his morning, but something she did (or did not do) directly led to the ruining of his morning. Anyway, vague-y vagueness aside, we are having a conference with her today, because that is what grown ups do after writing sternly worded emails. And talking to approximately 432 people about it behind her back.
I will be all mature and responsible in the meeting though, swear! And then talk to 432 people about it later.
Move that body
I am concerned about my lack of prenatal fitness. However, I am more concerned about my sleep—specifically, getting as much of it as I can—and so I can’t seem to either rouse myself early in the morning for namasting or get my buttocks off the couch in the evening in order to do, well, anything. So, slothfulness it is! However, I am considering printing out the picture taken of my face two hours after Rosie was born and taping it all over the house as mortification motivation. Which will either work like a charm on my exercise incentive or give my children nightmares. Ooh! Choices!
Hot off the presses
Here’s another one of those blog-type posts for my job. SPOILER: It’s about pregnancy. AND I made up whole new words for this one! You haven’t even read them before! I know, I’m kind of amazed myself. (P.S. Whenever I think I can’t possibly love Noah any more than I do, I take some picture of him like the last one in that post and then gaaaaaaaah lovesplosion.)