HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Yeah, I'm late. But hey at least it's still January..

Social Networking...?

So I caved to the pressure of the masses and joined Facebook.

And YEAH!!! reconnected with some of my bestie friends from my scholarly years. And whoa, I have some seriously hot friends now...

Booooo! Had dude from high school put the icky facebook moves on me.

Really dude..just yuck..__ years later, and I've got kids and am practically married (without that whole being married bit) and you're trying to score a hookup on FACEBOOK???

But yeah! I ran into fun friends and got "Flair"

Halloweener

Halloween is creepy-ing up on us.

Have you got your costume picked out?

I am thinking maybe I shave an arrow into my head and go as "Avatar: The Last Airbender"

or maybe not.

Hey, why not?

That's what the wrapper on my piece of Dove Promises chocolate (the caramel one) asked me today at lunch.

And I thought, huh..good question.

So, think of something you really want to accomplish but haven't....be it small or large.

And ask yourself "Hey, why not?"

:-)

Smart Bitches, Trashy Books...

My grandmother used to tell me that it didn't matter what I read, as long as I read something.

So I used to spend my summers reading trashy romance novels in her garden (or as she affectionately called them "bodice rippers"

Somehow I dont think Gramma had this in mind... teh_buttsecks

Frozen felicitations...

We got an ice storm last night. Just enough to inconvenience me, and make my pilgrimage to my place of enslavement precarious (because of course it is all about me in my world) the wee-V got a pass on school (closed), and my co-worker's didn't come in..(blurg)
Spud is at his babysitters being cuddled and coddled by the Belgian.

I am sooo leaving early today...

My three children...

My darling first born...the wee-V....My sweet baby..spud.......And my breast pump



I have a love hate relationship with the latter.

Since I have been forced to return to work, I have enjoyed (not) multiple daily appointments with the breast pump.

Ameda..Purely yours..double pump.

We meet covertly in the file room (after locking the door, hanging up the "go away" sign outside, and covering the big window next to the door)
I loathe this process daily, and look at it akin to thrice daily trips to the dentists office.
The discomfort not withstanding, I find it near to impossible to relax. Which is necessary to stimulate letdown. Every slight sound I hear I am sure I am either inconveniencing someone or someone is going to try to barge in (yes I know I lock the door, I'm paranoid like that) so I'm nervous as a wren which means I only get the most pitiful drops (which I covet nonetheless)

So why dont I just stop? Excellent question.

The one I admit to and champion? Because it is the best thing for my little spud, he is gorgeous and healthy and I know to a certain extent it is because of my dedication to nursing him and providing him with breastmilk.

The other less championed reason? Because I would feel like a failure if I stopped.
I feel like a crappy mother for even complaining about this, because it is such a small sacrifice for the well being of my child. There are women who travel miles to just get clean water for their family and I'm whinging about 20 minutes three times a day? I should be ashamed of myself for my self indulgence.

But I just cannot psyche myself for this task daily at work..I live for the weekends more so now, so that I can leisurely nurse or pump or whatever is the comfort and privacy of my home.

I tell you.....This being a mom stuff is a slippery slope of self flagellation.