July 31, 2007
take that, work life balance!
Due to some creative summertime childcare arrangements (read: we don't really have any!), my husband and I are working split-shifts during the day and then logging on again at night after the kids are both in bed. In the mornings, I drop the Bean off at his half-day camp then squeeze in a quick workout before coming home to cram in as much communications directing as I can before taking over care of the Miss from my husband so he can work in the afternoon. As a result, I am channeling my Inner Housewife during my newly "free" afternoons, cheerfully announcing to the children that I'll be cleaning the kitchen! Doing laundry! "Let's get in the car, guys, we have to go to the bank AND the post office today!"
This is amusing to me because in reality, I am a miserable housekeeper and chronically stressed out about real and imagined wifely duties such as grocery shopping, sheet folding and I dunno, bills? I am much happier when trying to figure out whether potential web application users would prefer contractions or not. Would they or wouldn't they? For the first time since this breeding thing happened, I am feeling the ass-kickingness of too much to do with inadequate childcare coverage. In September things will calm down a bit, when the Bean's weekday Montessori program will once again click quietly along like beads on an abacus, and our new "parent's helper" who drives a car 10,000 times nicer than anything we'll ever own starts helping with the Miss. Note to future nannies: when arriving to haggle over your proposed rate of pay, do not come driving a silver 2007 Mercedes Something-or-Rather.
Somewhere in the tumult that is this summer, the Bean turned four, I'm throwing a sixtieth birthday party for my mother, my husband's birthday is Friday and oh yeah, our company got accepted into a big conference this fall that means we are all working our butts off for the next two months . Easy breezy! Want to organize the craft cabinet with me?
Posted by Max at 07:19 PM | Comments (0)
July 10, 2007
reunited
Um, hi. You're cute. What's your name?
Listen, I just can't quit sonofmax. I've tried LORD HOW I'VE TRIED but it seems I really need an outlet for writing about certain things in my life, such as today our babysitter's mom called up two minutes after she got here this morning to tell us that her daughter was EMOTIONALLY FRAGILE because she really wanted to go to the beach with her friends today but had committed to watching our two kids and could we please let her leave a little early? O! The strife-filled life of a rich, blonde teen in our ass-clenchy, neurotic little town. I told her to get gone, don't let the sand fleas bite you on the butt you doomed little brat.
Also, our good old Seattle friends were here last week, which made for beach, sparkler and lobster good times. They also turned us on to the best program ever, and paid me the enormous compliment that the show reminded them of me because I tend to make up songs as I go about my day. Were it that my songs ranked as high in awesomeness as theirs do, my days would be a happy ones indeed.
So there you have it, not much has changed since we've been apart. The same moral outrage, the same love of New Zealand digi-folk paradists. I'm glad we're back together again. It just feels right.
love,
Max
Posted by Max at 08:53 PM | Comments (2)