I’m finding it very hard to motivate myself to come up with content to write about after our vacation. I wasn’t motivated during our vacation so I gave myself a couple of days off. Now I’m having an even harder time getting back into the swing of things. Add to that my baby who’s on the move, a very busy work schedule, and the holiday seasons and what you have is me, staring at my computer screen for 20 minutes at a time, typing out a sentence and then deleting it again. I’m sure that I’ll get back in the swing of things, but for now you get this wicked boring brain dump. Sorry.
A couple of months ago, in efforts to save a few dollars we decided to cut back on the TV, internet, and phone service. We cancelled the phone service, removed the excess channels, and downgraded our internet. We saved about $50 a month but my blood pressure has been going up ever since. Do you know how difficult it is for me to fit my uploads and downloads within 1.5 mbps?
Did you know that my high school reunion has the ability to bring me back to a blubbering teenager? I have no idea how it happened but my usual outgoing, easy going, and put together self sounded more like this, “I…uh…I…hi….oh…you know my name? Did you know I have a baby?” Talk about awkward. Perhaps keeping my drinking to a minimum at the event was a bad idea.
Facebook has a way of taking the thrill of a high reunion out. The non-awkward conversations sounded like this “oh, I saw that you got married on Facebook and how was that trip you just took? What else have you been up to?” “Well, that’s it.” “Great….” Followed by, you guessed it, more awkwardness.
Until this year, I’ve always had my stuff together for Christmas – the big presents were usually purchased online on Black Friday or Cyber Monday. This time? Not so much. Although, I must say that we did purchase our big gift (I’ll let you know what it is later!) and Jon’s mom’s birthday gift early. Well, I guess 2/5 gazillion isn’t so bad?
I really need to start writing down the small but very significant moments of P’s life. Peanut giving me open mouthed kisses and slobbering all over my cheek. Peanut standing all on her own while looking at Tupperware, realizing that she is actually standing and jumping forward into my arms. Peanut grabbing on to me and burying her face in the crook of my neck. Peanut clapping every single time that she thinks she accomplished something, like putting the round peg in the round hole.