Last week I threatened to phase out the Weekend Open Thread, but amid protestations, it’s here and staying.
So, what’s new? How was your week? Mine was exhausting. Jackson refused to nap, which you carefree, childless people may not realize is such a big deal (I didn’t until I had a kid), but those of you who have traveled this course know it’s a really rough one. Not only does it make for a super cranky baby, but I count on those precious two to four hours a day that he’s conked out to get my work done, so when he doesn’t sleep, it’s brutal. So I had a mini meltdown this week. I even considered shutting this site down. I know! But Drew talked some sense into me and said that no one would think less of me if I cut back on posting some days when I just don’t have time to work (you wouldn’t, would you?), and I’m also thinking it’s getting close to that time when I need to find some childcare help. Two mornings a week would make a huge difference in our lives — and in my mental well-being. I’ve been avoiding this issue because it’s an expense that’s hard to justify when I’m not making big bucks, but I guess there’s no shame in admitting`1 I feel overwhelmed and I need help. Now, to find that help…
Oh! and Jackson rolled over (a full 360 roll) for the first (and second and hundredth — he would not stop!) time this week. It was sooo cute. He just kept trying and trying and when he finally did it, the look on his face! Oh wow. Sheer pride.
Do I sound like a mommy blogger? Someone (in my real life) referred to me as that the other day and it totally threw me. I was like, “Well, I’m not really a mommy blogger…” I’m not, right?
I might be having a bit of an existential crisis this week.
Anyhoo. How you doin’? Who’s watching the Superbowl this Sunday? We’re going to a Superbowl party (leaving J with a babysitter for a couple of hours), but I’m just going for the food and company (not even staying for the whole game). I know the Giants are playing, but I’m not even sure whom they’re playing against. Wait, the Patriots, right? Someone pass the short ribs…
[photo via this isn’t happiness]