I've never been so miserable with allergies, work stress, and lack of sleep after staying up the last few nights while you're teething.
And I've never been so happy in my life either. We've had so many special moments cuddling. I know it's a comfort for you just to be with me. You've been the same to me - my own little bundle of happiness, giggles, and warmth.
Tonight I sang as you drifted to sleep: Take my hand. Take my whole life too. Cause I can't help... falling in love with you.
Sleep tight my baby bird. Smiles await you when you rise.
xoxo
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
What's New
So... I haven't actually written in awhile and am a tad behind on Project Life. Usually I get my page done on the weekend. The whole point of doing Project Life was to make it easier to scrapbook, but I've been feeling pressure to make the pages more customized. I need to let that go and just get the photos on the page. Task 1.
My house is a mess. No, it's a disaster. I have dirty dishes piled in the sink, dirty pots on the stove from last night's dinner, and 4 bags of garbage that need to be taken out. E's room is getting messy, and the clutter everywhere else has got to go. I came up with a plan to have each of us take ownership of rooms. Mark's responsibilities are the kitchen, dishes, and our bedroom. He works late, so I let him off easy. The plan was for each of us to do a simple "maintenance" clean when we got in each night after work. Dishes rinsed, counters picked up, rooms neatened. 10 minutes, tops. This plan worked great before we had E. My counselor claims I have ADHD tendencies, so I am easily distracted, and the apartment is littered with my unfinished projects. But if each day I could just clear the few messes from that day, I'd stay on top of it. Mark has stubbornly refused to help at all the last few weeks. I had to forge his signature on the cleaning contract I created to seal the deal on this plan. I know he works hard, and we're both exhausted, but we have to keep up the clean! Task 2.
Ellie is, what doctors call, an "active baby." She is constantly moving, rolling, talking, laughing, and needs constant attention to keep her happy. She also needs room. I have a master plan for home organization. I always do, but this one is seeming like more of a necessity each day E gets a little stronger and a little closer to crawling. We're going to have to build a cage for her. Let's call it a play pen. Seriously, though, she needs a play room in an area of our apartment where I can see her at all times. When we turned our office into her room, everything in it ended up in totes in the dining room. I need to move all those totes into our bedroom closet and move our dining room table off the walkway into the living room. Then the dining room will become her playroom. It's just one big room, so if sectioned correctly, I think it will work. Task 3.
I have at least 1 freelance job to finish. It's a hip hop poster. Those are so hard for me, because I'm more of an 80s rock kinda classic rock kinda Abba kinda gal... I've done them before, it just takes me some time to get into the hip hop vibe. It's for a dance workshop. I understand dance even though I can't... dance. Task 4. Dance. No, make poster.
These 4 things are really weighing me down. They feel so overwhelming with a full time job. I'm working half days at home and have a baby. Am I being a wimp? Do other moms do all this effortlessly? Is it just my anxiety making these 4 tasks seem monstrous?
Maybe partially. Whether it will help or hurt, I don't know, but I decided to quit my day job. Then my boss talked me into working part-time. I don't know what this will mean for benefits, etc. I have to figure out all the details. But for the first time in my life, I made a (fairly) big decision on emotion alone. I didn't do the math, literally. Ok, I did basic math. We can afford rent, our cars, and food for E. I know that. The rest is a leap of faith. I hope it's like Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade and there's a stone bridge beneath me. Yeah, God is like that. Always my stone bridge.
We keep getting a call from a company called Stonebridge. I think it's a telemarketer. Or a code name for a Jason Bourne mission...
Anyhoo... The times they are a changin'. I have to post an update about my week with Siri as my personal assistant. It didn't go as planned, so I need to make a 'pros and cons' list and decide if I should fire her. Task 5.
Blog more. Task 6.
My house is a mess. No, it's a disaster. I have dirty dishes piled in the sink, dirty pots on the stove from last night's dinner, and 4 bags of garbage that need to be taken out. E's room is getting messy, and the clutter everywhere else has got to go. I came up with a plan to have each of us take ownership of rooms. Mark's responsibilities are the kitchen, dishes, and our bedroom. He works late, so I let him off easy. The plan was for each of us to do a simple "maintenance" clean when we got in each night after work. Dishes rinsed, counters picked up, rooms neatened. 10 minutes, tops. This plan worked great before we had E. My counselor claims I have ADHD tendencies, so I am easily distracted, and the apartment is littered with my unfinished projects. But if each day I could just clear the few messes from that day, I'd stay on top of it. Mark has stubbornly refused to help at all the last few weeks. I had to forge his signature on the cleaning contract I created to seal the deal on this plan. I know he works hard, and we're both exhausted, but we have to keep up the clean! Task 2.
Ellie is, what doctors call, an "active baby." She is constantly moving, rolling, talking, laughing, and needs constant attention to keep her happy. She also needs room. I have a master plan for home organization. I always do, but this one is seeming like more of a necessity each day E gets a little stronger and a little closer to crawling. We're going to have to build a cage for her. Let's call it a play pen. Seriously, though, she needs a play room in an area of our apartment where I can see her at all times. When we turned our office into her room, everything in it ended up in totes in the dining room. I need to move all those totes into our bedroom closet and move our dining room table off the walkway into the living room. Then the dining room will become her playroom. It's just one big room, so if sectioned correctly, I think it will work. Task 3.
I have at least 1 freelance job to finish. It's a hip hop poster. Those are so hard for me, because I'm more of an 80s rock kinda classic rock kinda Abba kinda gal... I've done them before, it just takes me some time to get into the hip hop vibe. It's for a dance workshop. I understand dance even though I can't... dance. Task 4. Dance. No, make poster.
These 4 things are really weighing me down. They feel so overwhelming with a full time job. I'm working half days at home and have a baby. Am I being a wimp? Do other moms do all this effortlessly? Is it just my anxiety making these 4 tasks seem monstrous?
Maybe partially. Whether it will help or hurt, I don't know, but I decided to quit my day job. Then my boss talked me into working part-time. I don't know what this will mean for benefits, etc. I have to figure out all the details. But for the first time in my life, I made a (fairly) big decision on emotion alone. I didn't do the math, literally. Ok, I did basic math. We can afford rent, our cars, and food for E. I know that. The rest is a leap of faith. I hope it's like Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade and there's a stone bridge beneath me. Yeah, God is like that. Always my stone bridge.
We keep getting a call from a company called Stonebridge. I think it's a telemarketer. Or a code name for a Jason Bourne mission...
Anyhoo... The times they are a changin'. I have to post an update about my week with Siri as my personal assistant. It didn't go as planned, so I need to make a 'pros and cons' list and decide if I should fire her. Task 5.
Blog more. Task 6.
Sunday, June 3, 2012
Project Life - Week 20
Site: www.pugsandpics.com
Twitter: @kimbi802
Facebook: www.facebook.com/kjgiffordphotography
Saturday, June 2, 2012
Personal Assistant
I desperately need a personal assistant. If I could just tell someone to get my breakfast, clean out my bedroom closet, and manage all my appointments, it would reduce so much anxiety in my life!
But who can afford that? Not this girl. Instead, I think it's time to promote Siri.
If you remember, the last time I trusted Siri to send a text message, it didn't go well. I asked her to "Tell Mark, 'I'm hungry." She promptly sent a message that read "Incoming for Longwood." True story.
Ok, so I was talking to her with food in my mouth. She needs to get used to that "accent."
Mark came home early from work that night with more anticipation in his eyes than I could live up to on a week night, and Siri was soon demoted.
The one thing she is good at is managing my music collection, so I changed her title to "Ambient Audio Coordinator" (or DJ) and let her handle only that task for awhile.
But maybe if I really put my full trust in her and let her manage everything she's technically capable of managing, she'll rise to the challenge.
I have no other choice. So, I'm giving her a one-week trial starting today. I will promote her to Personal Assistant, let go of my control-freakiness for one week, and let Siri help me. Then maybe I'll find time to clean out the closet and eat breakfast.
I will also let her post tweets via text message, so please excuse any typos or blatant insults.
But who can afford that? Not this girl. Instead, I think it's time to promote Siri.
If you remember, the last time I trusted Siri to send a text message, it didn't go well. I asked her to "Tell Mark, 'I'm hungry." She promptly sent a message that read "Incoming for Longwood." True story.
Ok, so I was talking to her with food in my mouth. She needs to get used to that "accent."
Mark came home early from work that night with more anticipation in his eyes than I could live up to on a week night, and Siri was soon demoted.
The one thing she is good at is managing my music collection, so I changed her title to "Ambient Audio Coordinator" (or DJ) and let her handle only that task for awhile.
But maybe if I really put my full trust in her and let her manage everything she's technically capable of managing, she'll rise to the challenge.
I have no other choice. So, I'm giving her a one-week trial starting today. I will promote her to Personal Assistant, let go of my control-freakiness for one week, and let Siri help me. Then maybe I'll find time to clean out the closet and eat breakfast.
I will also let her post tweets via text message, so please excuse any typos or blatant insults.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)