Author: Doris

With our new work schedule (otherwise known as, trying to keep it together with no childcare), we are not getting much sleep or work done, but at least the kids are enjoying more time with us (the swing is finally up, thank you kiki and kappa and gong gong and pua pua for your support in this endeavor.)

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I called our babysitter on Tuesday night, hopeful that her two day orientation was done and that she had determined her night shift schedule. I hung on to a little bit of hope that maybe she could still help us out 2 or 3 afternoons a week, but alas, she needed another full day of orientation and instead of doing night shift work (11pm – 7am), they needed her on swing shift (3pm – 11pm), so basically any hope of afternoon help during the month of May has evaporated. I’m happy for our babysitter, nothing like getting a good job that pays a bunch more, but we are in the lurch for childcare during May.

Jeremy’s going to go into work after the kids are off on the bus and I’m going to catch the 5am train and be at work at 6. Then at noon, I’m headed home for the afternoon dropoffs from school. Then I have to work a full day on Saturday to make up my hours.

I’m crossing my fingers that no one gets really sick and that the Metro remains my trustworthy mode of transportation!

This year, Mom is confronting a present mysterious reality. Her allergy is gone almost completely. I am sure that her immune system is working fine because she has mild arthritis.

Mom thinks it is because:

1) staying in China for six months which was equivalent of having allergy shot everyday
2) or, eating a lot of different kinds of mushrooms recently
3) or, having a lot of sour creams.
4) or, any combination of the above three.

I think, however, there is one more – an old but new-and-improved partner 🙂

Jeremy has been wanting to turn the compost pile ever since the weather warmed up. Saturday night, I was dumping yet another pile of kitchen scrap into the compost when I tapped the side of the plastic contraption too hard and it sprung open. I guess it was a sign that I needed to turn the compost right at that moment. We are not very diligent composters, we don’t turn it often enough and because of that, it is a little smelly. Therefore, I smelled.

My compost = vegetable scraps and shredded junk mail.

My parents took the day off today to look after the kids as I needed to be in at work today and Jeremy is off in the woods singing camp songs. This Monday, (well every other Monday) is known in the office as “count Monday” where your work for the past two weeks gets tallied and churned through the electronic bureaucracy and if your not there to keep an eye on the process, well some things that you worked so hard on might not get counted and there you go with less credit than you deserve/thought you had.

Since my parents were in town for the weekend, we tried out a new diner on Sunday morning and in order to beat the lines, we showed up at 7:30am. (We were not the first ones there). Here we are at Star Diner where we played a few songs on the jukebox and ordered chocolate chip pancakes.

I’m overwhelmed today. Jeremy is going to be at an overnight work retreat (who knew that work ever had retreats, I wonder if they are going to making s’mores, grrrr) for the next few days, our childcare is uncertain as our nanny is going to orientation for her new job on Monday and Tuesday and perhaps be out of our employ starting Wednesday, Vince is still not well, Edda’s school called last week about white spots on her tongue which they suspect is thrush and is highly contagious which seem to me to be how her tongue has always been, I’m moving offices and getting a new boss next week and trying to make a good impression and this buying-a-house thing makes me unhappy and on edge because I just see – instead of a lovely home with dinners, family and fun, I just see a big mortgage bill and property tax bills. We’ll be fine, I know, all of it isn’t a big deal one piece at a time, but it’s a lot at once and I’m frayed.

Here’s a tree in our neighborhood that got hit by lightning last week. I don’t think the tree is hurt too badly, just strips of bark have been blown off the tree.

(edit: I just googled trees and lightning and found out that this tree is most likely going to die because it won’t be able to protect itself from disease or from the winter weather. Sigh.)

Biked across the golden gate today. It was a beautiful day.

A lot of my brain power has been used up on my ex-gf these past couple of weeks. It’s been really hard to push aside, considering all my friends hang out with her on a twice weekly basis and they jabber about her all the time. Anyhow, I’ve come to the realization that she’s basically like my parents – that she’ll never love me in the way that I want to be loved (as a friend i mean). How does this help me? Not sure, since I don’t have the best relationship with my parents to begin with. Laff. At some point I suppose I’ll have to change. I guess that’s the rub…

Also a funny link.