I have "followers"? Quelle awesomeness! I suppose that's yet another feature of Blogger I haven't been arsed to learn about. But I like! Thanks! I am newly motivated to keep my blog updated! For selfish reasons too, really, since more and more I'm realizing that this is the only record I have of these crazy times in the life of me. I just went back and had a wee giggle at my stressed out self in 2006, writing when I first started working at the firm. I described my state of mind as "near-catatonic" with fear that I was always thisclose to monumentally screwing up and costing the firm a shitload of money. Hee! Ahh. The more things change...
Today I'm only really clear-headed enough to write this early in the morning because Josh, the dear, kind man, got up with the baby when she started her 7am shenanigans. Probably due to my very subtle request yesterday morning that he sometimes take the baby out of bed when she starts her shenanigans...you know..starting now? *whistle* He did take it in good grace, though, but don't think I didn't hear you tell the baby that mommy's cranky. I hear everything. I have developed cat-like auricular facilities from hours spent holding my breath listening to every peep and sigh coming out of the baby monitor. You'll never slip one past me now, suckahs.
I did have a point to this post for a change! We have actually come out and decided that if I can get a decent job, we're moving to California at the end of the summer. What this makes me feel between relief and excitement and hope, I can't even begin to describe...because before making this decision we were going to move to New Jersey. New Jersey. Not that there's anything wrong with that (*muffled snort*), except that it would just fill me with dread and horror every time I thought on it. I'm just not ready to become a suburban housewife, especially not out here when we spend eight months out of the year as prisoners in our home. This maternity leave has seriously almost done me in and I think it's because of being stuck stuck stuck inside every farking day. Like most New Yorkers, we don't have a car, and there's no mall or anything around where we can go do laps and keep warm. It's march about in the arctic outdoors or nothing. And I choose nothing over frigid temperatures...but that makes for a very long day! And a near-hysterical baby who'd rather look at anything but me by the end of it. Smart lady.
That turned into a total rant about Manhattan...which it wasn't supposed to be. Oops. Manhattan is wonderful - it really is - but it's meant for young people without kids, or fabulously wealthy people. Since we're no longer the former, and have no hope of becoming the latter, it's time to mosey on. Of course, the horrifying economy may make it impossible to make our move this year, but at least our Plan B is to rent a two bedroom in Brooklyn for another year and then try again. Which I can live with!