Today was what is referred to on my iphone alarm clock as a “nanny day.”
Nanny days are sort of nice because they’re usually a little less hectic than internship/class days.
On Wednesday mornings I take E to story time at the local library. I can’t help it but I’m a sucker for a good library story time. I love sitting on the little rug and seeing all the little children enraptured by books and songs and kindly old librarians who have teddy bears on their knees.
I have perfectly structured our morning around this story time and to our horror when we arrived at the library this morning it was canceled. I don’t think E knew the difference and immediately trotted over to the box of community germ laced puppets, found the chicken one and held it up to me eagerly saying “bok bok?”
After a few rounds of bok bok I knew this library trip sans story time was not gonna cut it. the childrens room play area really only affords me 35 minutes of activity at most before E gets bored and 35 minutes was not. enough. minutes.
Anyone who knows one year olds knows that you need to stack your day with activity for your sanity and the hope that the more activity happens the harder the child will blissfully nap in the afternoon.
So after a few texts with E’s mom we had a new plan which involved a cool new indoor playground and off we set.
The indoor playground was much further away from home than the library and E isn’t the world’s best car passenger. If I play her children’s music and sing loudly she basically tolerates it. Sometimes she giggles from the back seat. But if we have to travel more than 12 minutes she gets restless and moody.
Anyway after a longish (for a one year old) drive we arrived at our destination. An indoor playspace mecca with toys and slides and those little Flinstone cars kids love so much. the place was teeming with children. I could see the microbes wriggling on every surface. E of course found this the tastiest place in the world and licked every toy she picked up.
building immune systems..
We had a grand ol’ time and E was sad to leave. We got in the car and she was even sadder. Now she was in the car, tired, hungry for lunch and cranky as all get out.
The drive took forever and she whined the whole way. I know part of the problem was the sun was strong today and kids don’t know not to look directly into the sun yet when they’re one, go figure. She was squinting and whining and once we had about 10 mins left in our journey she decided she’d had enough and started crying the back seat “no! no! out! out!”
I thought to myself “Ugh! My kingdom for the ability to make a one year old keep sunglasses on her face!”
Then I gave up with a genius idea. Transition lens windows….FOR CARS!
You’re welcome auto industry. You’re welcome.
So I had to upgrade my iPhone 4 recently, the top button just completely stopped working and according to every Mac forum I read the issue was 149 dollars to fix out of warranty and considering to use my upgrade would only cost 200 and net me a brand new phone I decided to take the plunge.
Things I like:
1. The fingerprint entry is AWESOME. I am a lazy mofo who doesn’t like to type in passwords and it makes me feel extra cool like a James Bond villain. I try not to think too much about how I’ll probably end up with fingerprint cancer though….
2. Siri being able to send text messages for me in the car is grand.
3. The alarm clock setting has an option to wake up to a song from your music library instead of a ringtone and my what a difference it makes!
4. The speed! This thing is like Greased LIGHTNING Go go go go gogogogogo!
5. The fonts are much more pleasing to my eyeballs.
6. The camera is amazeballs
Things I don’t like:
1. All of the cases for the 5s are hideous.
2. Having to replace all my charging things is a bummer.
Today I opened up Boston.com to see that a total of three people were killed over the weekend in Dorchester and Mattapan.
News outlets report that this is the 7th murder in Boston this year.
This year is currently 27 days old.
I legitimately just googled: “why so many murders in Boston what can we do???”
Stupid murder Monday.
Feelings I had while watching the Wolf of Wall Street.
1. Amusement at Leonardo DiCaprio playing a drug addict, the scene where he tries to get home while high out of his mind on expired quaaludes was worth the price of admission for me.
2. Horror at all the violence. The older I get the more I realize I’m sensitive to viewing violence, and don’t enjoy it.
3. Shock and Awe every time I remembered it was a true story
4. Mild Irritation at the sheer amount of naked women, come on Martin you did not need that many naked ladies!
5. Anxiety that I might pee my pants toward the end because it was a three. hour. movie.
Step One: hear boyfriend casually mention how he always wanted a box made out of real, actual, wood. Think to yourself “Huh…how hard could that be to build?”
Step Two: google “how to build box for skateboarding?”
Step Three: consult his friends to confirm that this is something he would actually like, upon said confirmation ask your dad if you can use his power tools and carpentry expertise.
Step Four: Lie to boyfriend that you have to spend the day with your mother’s family so he won’t be suspicious that you’re not spending a weekend day together. Recruit boyfriend’s roommate to get him out of the house for the day.
Steps Seven through Sweaty, Sawdusty Completion:
Shortly after this Sam and I loaded all of the stuff into the Uhaul van and shakingly started off toward Maverick’s apartment to unload it. All in all the whole process took from roughly 10am to 4pm.
Here are links to the blueprints we used, just in case you have an awesome skater boyfriend like mine 🙂
So its been 7 days since my last blog post. When I first began this endeavor (three years ago?! Is that possible?!) I know that people tended to check in on the blog daily. Now from what I hear through the grapevine people still read, but not daily. I’m not sure I ever intended this site to be for daily consumption, more of a way to keep myself committed to something, to feel regimented and routined, and to improve my writing skills. Either way I don’t know if anybody really noticed that I took a week off, I didn’t make any sort of announcement because taking the 7 days wasn’t something I had really planned. I half-declared at brunch on Sunday that I might take a break, but as I said the words I knew I hadn’t really given it any thought.
All I knew was this: posting every day was feeling more and more like a chore.
A week from Thursday I forgot to post. Just full out, didn’t even cross my mind once. That has rarely happened over this three year journey. Usually I remember I haven’t posted around 11pm and then throw something online haphazardly. Or I remember with a start in bed at 12:30am, when it is already too late and I say “Oh well, oops!”
But this time I woke up the next morning and thought….“Huh. I didn’t post yesterday.”
So I put a stupid youtube video up and went about my work day, and then I hurried home and showered/packed for an impromptu weekend in NYC with Maverick. I didn’t post the whole weekend, I sort of decided this and sort of didn’t.
I didn’t post anything and it felt nice. And so I decided quietly to myself that I’d see how long I felt like not posting, and I wouldn’t post. The truth is, before now I have needed this blog.
I needed it as a confidant.
I needed it as a distraction.
I needed it as a megaphone for all of my hilarious thoughts wasting away inside my crazy head.
I had been writing here every day for so long that I just felt like it was a part of me, like brushing my teeth. Except you know that feeling when you lay down before you intend to go to bed and then you realize you need to go brush your teeth but you don’t want to because you’re so warm and cozy?
It was sort of like that. And I thought to myself: “This is nuts this is just one more thing to do and you are already very busy and you have just created more crap for yourself. Nobody will notice or care if you stop.”
And truth be told nobody really did notice or care, not that they told me. But as the week went on, I cared. I missed it.
I started thinking up blog posts in the shower again, and missing my time with my laptop to decompress at the end of the day.
So, here we are again.
Rejuvenated and happy to be tippy tappy typing.
Documenting all the silly, sad, mundane, and bizarre.
Thanks for sticking around old friends.