No, but really...
aubreyjane said: You’re always welcome to come to the city and play date with my nanny kids! :-) Oh, Aubs…that’s sweet, but it wouldn’t help the situation. I have lots of friends in other neighborhoods, it’s just kind of hard to break into the mom circle here where I live. I’m starting to think that because it’s such a small town, it’s even harder. Few...
Random thoughts from the last few days...
There’s a cardinal that hangs out in our backyard trees. He (she?) is so beautiful and regal looking. And also, for some reason, cardinals just strike me as being nice birds. Like, wise and calm and good folk. Like, Paul Newman or something. I love Justin Timberlake, don’t get me wrong, but the backbeat of his new song “Mirrors” doesn’t just seem like it sounds...
The Georgia Report...I have a one year old.
This is beyond a Georgia Report. This is a life status report. This is a marker of how much my world has been rocked in the last year plus of my life. But first, the stats. I skipped over 11 months, really because it was such a blur. So this is kind of a combined 11 and 12 month list of likes, dislikes and everything in between: as of a year, she is 31 inches (still rocking the 95th...
I love peplum.
That is all.
The moment when you forget you ate asparagus and...
Wherein I am seriously an old fogey
The original New York real world is on MTV (hash tag retroMTV. Omg my life is now retro) and its so amazing to watch now, 21 years later. The familiarity and the feel of it. It’s making me so happy. But they’re simultaneously showing previews for the latest installment of the real world. And here’s the scene where Julie is bringing the cameras’ attention to the homeless problem in the city, and...
T and I went out for a three-hour dinner tonight. It was awesome. Something that struck me funny later on was thinking about the people at the tables on either side of us. The tables turned over a few times, so in the span of our meal, we had the full spectrum of Friday night diners. From the beginning of our meal at 6:45 to the end at 9:45, there was (in order): parents with two young boys,...
Today in housewifery...
It takes me an inordinately long time to make the bed.
There is truly nothing better than this laugh…
It’s a Jewish thing that when you get your period for the first time, someone is supposed to slap you. My sister took that honor, quite happily, when I got mine at 13. As I mentioned in my boobs post, I was excited to get to know my lovely menstrual cycle again, not realizing that after not having a period for almost two years, it would be kinda bad when it returned. Did I say bad? I meant...
To do once I get my boobs back to myself...
When I stop breastfeeding, I shall: burn these god-forsaken, uniboob-creating, might-as-well-be-sports-bras, hideous nursing bras. buy some really pretty new bras! give Jonny a Daddy/Georgia day and go out…and stay out…ALL DAY and not worry about pumping or feeding or ANYTHING. re: #3, start doing things that I was hesitant to do because of feeding/pumping/engorgement...
Is.....is it just me...or......
Are those 49ers not wearing cups?
One thing and one thing only to say:
The moment when your cold medicine wears off...
The Georgia Report...months 8 through 10.
Uuuuugh I’m so behind. There’s so much to say about what’s been going on, but now it’s gonna all be condensed into highlights. Month eight achievements: crawling, crawling and more crawling full on sitting up Cheerios!!!!! second airplane ride and a visit to New York her first Chanukah blowing kisses clapping peekaboo (though a weird version where she just puts...
so much to say so much to say so much to say so...
But alas, it’s 11:24 and my short amount of relaxation time after baby, grocery shopping, dinner, laundry and dishes was spent watching some mindless and enjoyable tv (ReHoBeHo…my name for Real Housewives of Beverly Hills…and Friday’s episode of Portlandia, respectively), and I need to go to bed. It’s already too late to be up, but I enjoy this portion of my day so...
Wait, what was I going to write????
You guys, I was totally just going to write something and I cannot remember what it was. Where has my mind gone? Seriously. Oh well. If I remember, I’ll let you know. I’m sure you’ll be at the edge of your seats. In the meantime, I feel like I haven’t shown my face in a while, so here is a picture of me from a few weeks ago. I had just cut bangs. Thrilling, no?
Oops...I should've been more specific.
unicornfandancing said: So wassup now? hahaha…no, I meant to the stupid list of 2012 questions I posted (which you probably didn’t see cuz it was buried in the dash). But wassup is I’m sitting on the couch watching the snow fall all around my house and it’s utterly beautiful and all my negative ass can think is, aw shit I don’t wanna pump right now.
ASK ME QUESTIONS, MOTHER FUCKERS.
Ask me about my year, so I can try and answer...
1: What did you do in 2012 that you’d never done before?
2: Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
3: Did anyone close to you give birth?
4: Did anyone close to you die?
5: What countries did you visit?
6: What would you like to have in 2013 that you lacked in 2012
7: What dates from 2012 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
8: What was your biggest achievement of the year?
9: What was your biggest failure?
10: Did you suffer illness or injury?
11: What was the best thing you bought?
12: Whose behaviour merited celebration?
13: Whose behaviour made you appalled?
14: Where did most of your money go?
15: What did you get really, really, really excited about?
16: What song will always remind you of 2012?
17: Compared to this time last year, are you: (a) happier or sadder? (b) thinner or fatter? (c) richer or poorer?
18: What do you wish you’d done more of?
19: What do you wish you’d done less of?
20: How did you spend Christmas?
21: Did you fall in love in 2012?
22: What was your favourite TV program?
23: Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?
24: What was the best book you read?
25: What was your greatest musical discovery?
26: What did you want and get?
27: What did you want and not get?
28: What was your favourite film of this year?
29: What one thing made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
30: How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2012?
31: What kept you sane?
32: Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
33: What political issue stirred you the most?
34: Who did you miss?
35: Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2012.
36: Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.
Since I can't keep up with my content (have the Georgia Report draft in my drafts...oy gotta get that done), it might be easier to answer questions. Number me!! I'll answer!! Honest!!
I’ll be back in bed tonight, but for now, I’m sitting on the couch with Jessa snuggled up next to me. It is so quiet. It is easy to get lost in thought. Sometimes I find it so hard to battle the bevy of irrational fears that run around my head on a daily basis. Those times usually center around times of crisis. Since becoming a parent, they’re that much more pronounced. And...
It kind of seemed to work. We think? I mean, we’ll see what happens tonight, but she didn’t do too badly last night. The last time we really tried crying it out was a few months ago and it did. not. go. well. At the risk of angering any anti-crying-it-out people, I’ll tell you that she cried for two and a half hours before I, hysterical, gave in and nursed her. Even our...
It's come to this...
I’m on the couch downstairs. We’re crying it out for real. I haven’t gotten an uninterrupted night’s sleep in nine months. I’m so freaking tired and irritable and stretched so thin. And yet, Jonny had to force me to tear myself away from our bedroom and the monitor and hearing my child cry. Maybe I’m not ready to give up these night feedings. Maybe, even...
This is now a mommy blog
Mommy life = mommy blog Actually this has turned more into a self-deprecation mommy blog, as I take to Tumblr like I took to my journal in college…minus the classes and alcohol. I write when sad or troubled or needing to sort through something. You guys are getting a glimpse of the many things that go around my head. There is a lot of good going around in there too. But you know….when things are...
Horrible mom confession:
(be prepared to unfollow) Sometimes, when I’m at my most frustrated, I get irrationally angry when she cries super hard. Like, when she wakes up from a nap after sleeping for only 40 minutes and I’ve barely gotten anything on the looooong list of things to be done, and she’s screaming in her crib? I’m like, REALLY? REAAAALLY? Are things SO BAD for you?? Your life is SOOO...
Two hour naps. Twice a day. Consistently. Only at my parents’. Here? Maybe 30 minutes. Maybe an hour. Maybe 2.5 hours on random days. I never freaking know. Will I ever get anything done?????????
Things that have occured in the last 7.5 hours...
We returned from our Thanksgiving trip to New York to discover that we really should have just lowered our heat as opposed to turning it off. It was 48 degrees in here. (File under: Boy are we stupid.) Georgia was seen by the doctor and diagnosed with conjunctivitis. Jessa was seen by the vet and diagnosed with conjunctivitis. (No, seriously.) It being too cold to be in the house, we drove...
trappedintime asked: I don't think anyone believes you're a terrible mom. And if they do, they're idiots! I read all of that, and I still believe you can have whatever you want out of life. You don't have to spend your time commiserating with other moms who may have never had as much ambition or talent as you. Stay positive, you'll find your way again in due time.
I lost a follower after my last posts...
That must mean I’m a terrible mom.
The point of it all...
Georgia’s up and half-crying in her crib. She just said “mama.” And that is why you do all that you do. They need you. And that’s more important than anything else.
These days...(this is a long one)
It’s easier to not write or write something dumb or inane, or write something about Georgia. Because then I don’t have to think. And word properly. And face what I feel sometimes. I’m on and off sad these days. I’m loving the details of my life, but not the big picture. Does that make sense? Let me explain. I love my husband. I love his caring and his intelligence and...
If you HAVE a baby, you won't BE the baby...
Where are Overboard gifs when you need them? While I was pregnant, I wondered what it would be like if I got sick while being a mom. I imagined it would be totally sucky, as no matter how bad you feel, you still have to take care of a small being. In short, it doesn’t matter how bad you feel. You are needed. You can’t take off. You have a job to do. And I was like, well doesn’t...
The Georgia Report…seven and a half months in. Have I talked about the birthday crowns? This is something that I guess my sister’s nursery school used to do that stuck with my mom. We’ve been doing it for Georgia since she was a week old (then two weeks, then three weeks and then we went to the months). This crown is, admittedly, a little janky. Not my best work at all, but I couldn’t find...
Today in suburban life...
Jessa is currently outside in the yard, engaged in a complete stare down with a squirrel in a tree. It just ended, having last a couple minutes, both animals frozen, staring at each other. The squirrel won…Jess got a little spooked and started to back away. She hasn’t gotten quite that tough yet. Though she did chase a rabbit the other day. Well, well done anyway, Jess.
Jim and Cindy getting frisky on 9-oh is just as cringe-inducing now that I’m a parent myself as it was when I was a snotty teen.
I need answers, people...
I’m kind of in a mood and, while I kind of feel like writing about it, I don’t feel like being a negative nelly. So I’m going to instead focus on something completely superficial. Insurance, thank god for it, has covered the loss of my engagement ring (still devastated) and we have some money to get a replacement. After I spent a few guilt-ridden days of bashing myself, saying I...
From what I understand of it...
The debate went like this: Romney was super prepared and just a good debater. Obama, who I don’t think did all that great in debates last election either, was not forceful enough on calling Romney on his bullshit. Also, he’s a great orator, not a great debater—there’s a difference. He doesn’t explain things that well—a product of his intelligence maybe? I don’t...
All is well...
imthedivineashley replied to your post: I put the me in mess Love to you, lady! <3 Thanks, lovely. Things are really fine and actually great. I’m just…well, you see the picture. Ha. xo
indieandyy replied to your post: I put the me in mess at least you have a comfy sweater amirite? :) Indeed. Funnily enough, I think the night that picture was taken, we had a discussion about that sweater and the fact that I bought it at a BCBG outlet in…get this…1998. 1998! I clearly need to buy some new stuff.
I put the me in mess
I stopped watching the debate a while ago because I just…I can’t watch. I get too angry. And also, I’m too tired to really listen and process anything they’re saying. So I’m going to be selfish and talk about myself. Because that’s what this blog is about anyway. ME! On this, the eve of my 34th birthday, I’m a fucking mess. Have you ever just been so...
I haven’t written about Jessa in forever…poor little forgotten pup. She’s not really forgotten, of course. I try to give her attention whenever I can, but admittedly, it’s hard. There are whole days that go by before I’ve said hello to her. And she is just as sweet as can be about it—patient and calm and loving and protective towards the baby. And the minute some...
The Georgia Report...half a year, oh my goooood.
She’s actually six and a half months at this point—had some issues with my computer lately, so had to get that figured out. Plus which, it’s been freaking busy over here, with moving day fast approaching. Six. Months. Sigh. So, some things… As of her last appointment, she was 17.3 pounds (75th percentile) and 27 inches (still 90th percentile…which can only lead to...
sexartandpolitics asked: I know that extended sleep deprivation makes me feel like everything is ruined forever all the time. I wish you the best and you deserve it.
This, too, shall pass.
It’s almost impossible not to hate myself sometimes. Every so often, every flaw I have goes parading in front of me. It’s like, one decides to make itself apparent, and then a whole bunch of other ones are like, hey wait! What about me?! Don’t forget about me!! And it’s all me focusing in on these flaws. This blights on my personality that make me wonder how anyone could...
Our house is a very very very fine house.
Ladies and gents…we bought a house today. The story goes like this… One morning, frustrated by the stagnant real estate market and the dwindling pool of homes from which to choose—each one containing one fatal flaw that would make it ridiculous to buy—I did a search for something…anything new. I found the listing, on a total fluke, after it’d been on the market for...
A long lost post on my Alison Breitman tumblr →
I have fans in Australia! Who knew!?