We went out last night to the club in Portland where Greg sometimes gets work.  It's a "Dueling Piano" bar called Wallbangers.  Fun!  The guys working last night are all people that Greg has worked with either at the  club or on the ship.  They are SO funny!  I mean, I've seen and heard almost ALL of the bits that they do, and still I was cracking up.  It was great fun.  It could have had something to do with the two Long Island Ice teas that I had....the bartender there is RUTHless, I tell you!  Watch out for him!  Greg actually had to drive ME home!  What a switch!  I didn't even really realize how bad off I was until our son woke up crying at about 3:30am.  Oh, my head!  Poor little guy, he had a rough night last night.  He so rarely wakes up in the middle of the night, I was a little concerned.  And Greg and I really don't know what to do, because it happens so infrequently.  I ended up laying in my sons bed with him until he could fall asleep again.  That seems to work fine.  He was up until about 12:30am, too.  My mom doesn't know how to get him to go to bed, I guess!  Oh well....we got to sleep in today, a little bit!

Tonight, Karaoke with a girlfriend (greg may come along..we'll see..) and then back to work on Saturday.  My life of leisure is once again coming to an end.  *sigh*  I'm not cut out to be employed full time.  I have too many projects around the house that need to be done!  At least almost all of my shifts are in the evening, so I can still make playgroups and do fun stuff with the boy.  When I went to work on Tuesday, my son wept bitterly.  It really broke my heart!  he kept saying, "I want you to stay with ME, mommy!".  I almost called in to work, "I'm sorry, my son needs me, I can't come in today!"  Huh...how would that go over!  Oh, to live in a world where that is considered a "valid" excuse.  *grumble*

Greg is coming home tonight.  I was at work today, and I had a woman for a client who was telling me about her husband, who was a firefighter when they were first married.  He was gone a lot too, and she was sympathetic to my feeling as though I am losing my independance.  It's hard to go from doing _everything_ to having to share responsibilities again.  The transition is always difficult.  Completely unrelated, it turns out that her son and I went to school together, and I had probably met her when I was in high school.  How wierd!  It's so nice to have a great client like that...makes the whole day! 

My day was also made to feel very, very loooooooong, mostly due  to the fact that I was at a Birthday party last night and *ahem* imbibed a little more than completely necessary.  ugh.  Now I remember why I don't do that kind of crap anymore.  Getting only 5 hours of sleep, and working all day and then coming home to take care of Nick, I'm just about done in.  And I have to leave for the airport in an hour.  *sigh*   A lady's work is never done!

While I sit here typing, my son, recently turned three, is working on his own computer next to me, "reading" a story and playing games.  *sigh*  Soon he will surpass my flimsy computer knowledge altogether.  At least then I'll have someone in the house who knows what they are doing! 

We successfully unloaded ALL of the the stuff from the yard sale.  We didn't actually sell it all, but the Veterans came and picked up what we didn't and now it's GONE!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! I'm absolutely thrilled!!  I'm ready to get rid of more, to tell you the truth.  Getting rid of the first batch was so  empowering that I'm thinking we should do it at least once a month until we are like minimalists.  I'm seriously considering getting rid of my love seat, to make more room for a chair that I like. hmmm....decisions, decisions...Should I do it before the man gets home and just take the consequences?  (actually, it's _MY_ loveseat, if you want to get technical. So there should be no crap to dole out, I suppose.)

So we spent out big wad of yard sale dough at Goodwill today. Well, half of it, anyway.  My son got a new soccer ball and a pocket etch-a-sketch (I loved mine when i was a kid).  I also got him a little tape player.  It has a mic so you can record yourself.  he might be a little to young right now, but it won't be long, I tell ya.  The kid is s-h-a-r-p.  I also found a nice outfit for myself, featuring my favorite color, Purple.  It's a nice flowing broomstick skirt and a cotton blouse.  I love it when I find clothes that actually fit me at the Goodwill!  It's so exciting!  I told Anj, who was with us, that it would be my new country Fair outfit!  Ha!  I've never even been to the country fair.  Maybe this year, eh?  Hey, Linda!  Get busy making hats so we can have a booth!  I can make some too, and we'll sell our wares and then sit around the drum circle all night chanting!  Yeha!!

I LOVE summer!

I'm so sadly lacking in computer skills....

I just thought I'd get that out in the open.

After being inspired by insiteful writings by both Ivyblogs and blueviolet, I have decided to make a confession.

My ideal family life, I have very sadly realized, is very heavily influencd by.......The Brady Bunch.  I'm a complete loon!  Except in my own fantasy, I'm more like Alice than Mrs. Brady.  I mean Alice had it all together, man!  She was the top dog in that household.  The what, one or two episodes where she was on "vacation" the whole damn house just fell apart.  She made breakfast, lunch and dinner by hand every day for eight people, effortlessly. She was patient, kind, and always knew how to solve your problems. She could simultaneously bath the dog, give a lesson in volcanos, and vaccume the livingroom.  She was also capable of letting the children do many creative and always very _messy_ projects, but still had the house looking spic and span the very next day.  My God!   Did that woman _ever_ sleep?  She was more like, Robo-Alice! 

Why? Why is this my criteria for judgeing my own achievements?  These are obviously hideously ridiculous goals, only to be attained by a hollywood tv staff and an army of set dressers.  I know that I was always heavily influenced by what I read and watched when I was a child.  But until I really made myself think about it, I didn't know how much it really played into my life currently.  Even working only part time, I have a lot of guilt about leaving my child with someone who doesn't chare my own standards of achievement.  And by achievement, I mean that I wake up every day (okay 98% of the days) thinking, what will we do today?  What will we make?  What will I teach my son?  How will we spend our time?  Granted, I mostly have our schedule pretty booked, but maybe this is why!  I'm literally trying to keep up with the Damn Brady's!  AGH!!! 

Thanks Ivyblogs and blueviolet for paving the way for me to make this somewhat disturbing revelation.  Revelation is the pathway to contentment.

Right?

Well, I got the man off to the airport again.  He's gone for another three weeks.  Sheesh.  This week, I'm working three days, and then it's yard sale, baby!  I love the idea of having a yard sale!  I've never actually done it, I don't think. Maybe once when I was really young.  Hey, if someone wants to buy my old junk, more power to them! 

Yesterday was my BIRTHDAY!!! Hurray!  Hurray for my mom who went through torture I hopefully will never, ever know.  She went into the hospital at the first sign of having contractions.  (I'm pretty sure, that was the first mistake, but she didn't know any better, you know?).  According to my dad they immediately gave her a big shot or morphine for the "pain" which stopped the contractions for like, three days!  Actually, they didn't stop completely...they just didn't _do_ anything.  My mom said that she got no sleep for three days, never dialated beyond 3 centimeters,  and had a raw spot on her lower back from rubbing it durring each contraction.  ugh.  Around her, all women who were having their babies, yelling, screaming.  What a picture!  After the third day, her doctor decided that a C-section was in order, and  I was (finally) born on June 1st, 1971 at 6:39pm.  And her good childhood friend, Claudia was the nurse who cleaned me up.  They had grown up together.  My mom had to ask if I was a boy or a girl, because no one offered the information.  And they took me away.  She didn't get to hold me for a long time.  I have seen a couple of brand new me pictures, and they look just like my son.  Two peas in a pod!