There just aren’t enough hours in the day, and at the same time my days alone with Gabe can seem to draaaag on and on and on at times. Anyway, I wasn’t going to have a blog up today (again), but at 10:00pm I can’t turn my brain off to sleep. I am too busy thinking of all the things that are going to happen, that I have to make happen, or that have already happened. Too much.
Oh my god trying to find a good daycare for Gabe has been such a nightmare. I knew we were lucky to be in the situation we were in with our amazing in-home daycare down in San Mateo (that was a lot of the word “in”), but I had NO IDEA how difficult it is to *poof* move somewhere and then be all “hey daycare world with giant waitlists, yeah I need in.” Suckage. Especially when it COULD mean I would have to delay employment because I would have nowhere to put my child. That would be ridiculously sucky. Thankfully, things are looking more promising at the end of this week than they were even 2 days ago. So, fingers crossed.
I realized, very suddenly, that I have very few interview-appropriate outfits. Once you get a job, that job is not particularly fancy dancy, then you get pregnant and you live in tents for pretty much a year, your dressy “hi, hire me” clothes suddenly disappear. Poof, again. So, I may have to stock up on outfits that are more on the business and less on the party. It is an excuse to shop, so it can’t be all bad.
I have been sleeping like shit because my pillows SUCK. Do you love your pillow? Can I have it? How about just tell me what you’re sleeping on in comments, beause my pillow does this terrible creaky noise every time I move. Like the sound of walking in snow; beautiful out in wilderness, terrible when it is your PILLOW.
Kamel and I have taken to stashing a bottle of wine, two glasses, and our wine opener in our closet. It makes me feel like our bedroom is a hotel and once that door closes, I’m a glass of wine and a TV show on hulu away from feeling like I’m on vacation. Welcome to the Duprez suite!
Earlier this week, as slightly documented on twitter, the maintenance guy who covers our new building said he would be by at 1 and then totally threw my day for a loop when he a) didn’t show up at 1 and then b) showed up at 3:20 during the baby’s precious, precious nap. Oh and one other thing, I had very literally just stepped out of the shower when I heard a knocky-knock on the door, so I grabbed a towel and tiptoed rapidly to the door where I stood, dripping wet, in front of two handymen who had come to measure the windows to put in screens. I mean, I was amply covered – no skimpy towels here – but Ah! My first gut-response was to assure everyone this was not the beginning of a very awkward porno. Thankfully, I kept those thoughts to myself and they said they would come back in 30 min. I guess it could have been worse. I could have actually been IN the shower, not heard the knock, and they could have traipsed in thinking no one was home. That would have been worse. That scenario may have ended up with me naked and beating a stranger to death with a fry-pan.
I made Kamel a toasted black forest ham, swiss and fried egg sandwich the other day. I felt like such a badass because 1) I broiled it in the oven and 2) FRIED EGG. Clearly not the hardest concept by when I cut the sandwich in half the yoke ran and made the sandwich extra amazing, like a hollandaise deconstructed, and clearly that takes some cooking prowess. Except not because it is just an egg, but high five for me none the less.