Z has stopped taking naps. It's something I started when I lost my job and something that we would like to continue as long as possible. It leads to early and easier bedtimes.
Except on Mondays.
You see, I try to not take her anywhere after 4 PM as riding in the car usually leads to short naps that wreak havoc upon bedtime. And on Mondays, she has a dance class. At 5:30.
Today, after I got off from work, I picked her up after dance class and we drove home.
We chatted about our day and all of the cool things she and her dad did during the day. And then she stopped responding.
A check of the rearview mirror affirmed my fears. She was asleep.
Those 6 minutes of sleep lead to a recharging of her system that kept her awake for 3 hours past her usual bedtime. It kept me from being able to do the things that I needed to do tonight.
And now, I have a million things to do (pack up the cat so he can be neutered tomorrow, iron and lay out my clothes for in the morning, work on a project for my part-time job).
It's a good thing that tomorrow is still part of my learning curve and should be a light day. I will be going in with no sleep.
Too bad that 6 minutes won't help me out like that.
Monday, October 3, 2011
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Imagination
This is the story that Z told me about she arrived in our family.
"I once was a baby lion and I lived in Ireland. My momma lion loved me very much and would lick my forehead all the time. I never really saw the daddy lion, but he was big and strong.
One day while I was walking along smelling flowers and chasing butterflies, a big bird with a very long mouth (beak) scooped me up and put me in his clouch."
"Clouch? What is a clouch?", I ask.
"A clouch is a bag that the birds carry to get things. They can't carry things in their mouths. Mouths are for eating.
Stop asking questions, Momma. I am telling you something important.
So, the bird flew me very, very long way. Very far. And while we flew I turned into a human baby. All of my fur was gone and my tail disappeared. I was sad about my tail. I liked it a lot.
When I was all human, the big bird delivered me to you at the hospital."
"Why was I in the hospital?"
"You were in the hospital because your heart was broked. You wanted a baby and when I got there, your heart was fixed and we could go home.
Do you think someday, when I am bigger that we could go back to Ireland so I can have my tail back? I really miss not having a tail."
I am not going to tell her that lions do not live in Ireland or that babies do not get brought in by birds. She will learn those things soon enough.
What matters is she knows how much we wanted her and that she was a missing part of my heart.
"I once was a baby lion and I lived in Ireland. My momma lion loved me very much and would lick my forehead all the time. I never really saw the daddy lion, but he was big and strong.
One day while I was walking along smelling flowers and chasing butterflies, a big bird with a very long mouth (beak) scooped me up and put me in his clouch."
"Clouch? What is a clouch?", I ask.
"A clouch is a bag that the birds carry to get things. They can't carry things in their mouths. Mouths are for eating.
Stop asking questions, Momma. I am telling you something important.
So, the bird flew me very, very long way. Very far. And while we flew I turned into a human baby. All of my fur was gone and my tail disappeared. I was sad about my tail. I liked it a lot.
When I was all human, the big bird delivered me to you at the hospital."
"Why was I in the hospital?"
"You were in the hospital because your heart was broked. You wanted a baby and when I got there, your heart was fixed and we could go home.
Do you think someday, when I am bigger that we could go back to Ireland so I can have my tail back? I really miss not having a tail."
I am not going to tell her that lions do not live in Ireland or that babies do not get brought in by birds. She will learn those things soon enough.
What matters is she knows how much we wanted her and that she was a missing part of my heart.
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Workin' 9 to 5
After 4 months of unemployment, uncertainty and self-doubt, I finally got a job. I am excited about the position and thrilled to finally be going back into the workforce.
I am a little apprehensive about the idea of going back to work though.
In resumes, in interviews, you put your best possible self out there. You have days or weeks to contemplate your wording at interviews, you have all the time in the world to check, check and recheck your resume.
But for work, each and every day, your new employers are expecting to see that great candidate, that shining star that was so much better than all of the others.
What if I don't measure up?
What if, on day one, I walk in and they realize that I am not the one that they wanted after all?
What if the charm, the charisma, the quirky personality wears thin on my new employers?
How will I be able to keep them interested in having me around?
I know that a lot of this is pre-new job jitters, but having been disposed of, having been discarded like so much old news after interview after painful interview, I worry that I am not as great, as shiny as I once believed I was.
I am going to go back to work.
I am going to love being around adults again.
And showering daily.
And actually changing out of my pajamas.
But it is a very scary step out of the unemployment line into the workforce.
It feels like jumping off of a cliff.
I am a little apprehensive about the idea of going back to work though.
In resumes, in interviews, you put your best possible self out there. You have days or weeks to contemplate your wording at interviews, you have all the time in the world to check, check and recheck your resume.
But for work, each and every day, your new employers are expecting to see that great candidate, that shining star that was so much better than all of the others.
What if I don't measure up?
What if, on day one, I walk in and they realize that I am not the one that they wanted after all?
What if the charm, the charisma, the quirky personality wears thin on my new employers?
How will I be able to keep them interested in having me around?
I know that a lot of this is pre-new job jitters, but having been disposed of, having been discarded like so much old news after interview after painful interview, I worry that I am not as great, as shiny as I once believed I was.
I am going to go back to work.
I am going to love being around adults again.
And showering daily.
And actually changing out of my pajamas.
But it is a very scary step out of the unemployment line into the workforce.
It feels like jumping off of a cliff.
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