It’s Friday, el Boss is out of town, and I am having trouble summoning up much motivation for the ol’ job. I also have a sort of mini cold. It isn’t full blown utter misery yet, just sniffles and weepy eyes and a slightly sore throat. So yeah, the contagious stage. And I’m at work. INFECTING PEOPLE. Bwaa haaa, that’s what this evil job gets for making me use up all my sick time for maternity leave! Well, I guess I shouldn’t call it evil since I *did* get full pay for not working for 6 weeks. But anyhoo, the fact remains that I have no more PTO except what has been earmarked for Christmas, and I really do not want to shorten my Christmas, so I’m here with the door shut trying not to cough on people and slathering myself in Purell.
Don’t you wish you were here?
Things are ok in Reluctant Grownup land. Jack spent last evening being babysat by an Israeli friend, and now, according to her, he speaks Hebrew. Cool. V. useful. Maybe I should take him to work to translate – he can spy on our Israeli bosses when they talk about us in Hebrew, and give me a full report. Anyway, he has started the syllable babbling stage, and also the chewing on faces stage, and the scooting backwards on the floor stage, which makes him so deliciously adorable to me, but does not lend itself to interesting stories for the world-at-large. Suffice to say, I completely adore my loud, happy boy, and his dad, too (I mean I adore him, and he adores Jack, and the adoration flows, my friends, the air is heavy with it,) and I keep all the boring details in a separate journal for his Daddy and me. And him. Only. There are some thoughts and stories that would be too tainted if I recorded them with a wider audience in mind. They would feel faux. I love dooce’s newsletters to her daughter, but I choose not to share mine with my 5.7 readers.
I have done some Jedi mind tricks on myself and decided to re-freaking-lax about the economy. I also now stick my fingers in my ears whenever the news turns to the tanking market. We’re very lucky and very rich in many things and I am very happy, except about the aforementioned mini cold. We have a niece on the way, and the excitement is killing me. I can’t wait to meet this kid and nibble her delicious baby cheeks. I think it’s so cool that Jack will have a cousin so near him in age, and also so cool that I have a 19 year old sister which means I’ll be welcoming newborns into my life probably well into my 40s. I love me some newborn. Nom nom.
In other news, this morning a VERY LARGE spider dropped from the ceiling in my office onto the floor at my feet. I mean, spiders falling from the sky. Holy God in heaven, did I squeal. Had it been a centipede, a roach, a lizard, a freaking SNAKE I probably would have handled it with aplomb, but I have a completely ridiculous fear of spiders and this one was large. It thunked. My officemates came running. I was not proud of myself.
This concludes our random update of my state of mind, and I wish you all well. Have a lovely weekend.
P.S. This is my coworker with his mohawk, because I beat his tail in Relay for Life Fundraising. And we raised close to $5000. THANK YOU!!
Love the \’hawk! Congrats on the 5K, that\’s awesome!
I can\’t believe you got six weeks at FULL PAY. That\’s insane, and only because my last company\’s baby plan was pretty much…\’Uh, take the time you need, and we\’ll hold your position. Oh, and we\’ll also pay you the barest minimum we\’re required to by law, if that is anything at all." Wow.
I can\’t discuss spiders, especially ones that FALL FROM THE SKY. WTF???
Looking forward to some cutie-pie Jake\’s First Halloween pics next week…have a great weekend 🙂
http://thoughtsat34.blogspot.com
In America, nothing is required by law, except that you hold the job open for 12 weeks. No pay. Nada. (Only that you treat a pregnancy as you would any other disability.) I think that is terrible. Women are hampered by their biology, and no mistake. The human race must continue, and I think the female perspective is a valuable addition to any company – but often the two interests collide, and are mutually exclusive. A shame. But I\’m not feeling ranty or melodramatic today, so we\’ll end it there. Lucky you.
I have the "mini cold" as well, which is not at all fair because I just got over being sick a few weeks ago. The other day, some people were moving that enormous tree in the lobby here at work, and a black widow the size of a fifty cent piece sprung out from behind it, capering and gamboling across the floor while everyone stood staring in horror. Finally someone got up the nerve to stomp on it. But that someone wasn\’t me. I\’m not about to risk missing on the stomp, and having it scuttle up my pant leg.
Catching up. I have been a reluctant blogger lately. Okay maybe reluctant implies I had the time to blog but chose not to when in fact it was the other way around. My your boy is getting large. Why isn\’t NM on your list of college possibilities, why? Mazel tov Jack.