Miscellaneous.

• I have to give my notice this week so I can give them a respectable month's time to realize they don't even need to replace me (ha - sigh). I don't know why I'm hesitating. Well, I sort of do know why... but I need to get over it. Commit. Along those lines, I found out I'm a week of vacation in the hole so I will be effectively working for nothing the last month of work. I considered working an additional month to make up for that, but really - when would it end?
• A certain "someone" slept last night from 7:30 - midnight. Then midnight until 7:45. She didn't even have on her lucky pajamas. I won't name the "someone" or even celebrate it too much. I have been bitten BIG TIME in the past for this. So, no comments or editorial except to say I hope "she" feels well-rested today.
• I have ingrown toenails on my big toes so bad that I'm actually going to go to a podiatrist after weeks of putting "Call the podiatrist" on my to-do list and then not doing it. When I set something into actual action, you know I'm serious. I'm walking around absolutely petrified that someone is going to accidentally step on my toe, wincing when I put on just flip flops (navigating the toe strap is an art), and even feeling pain when I get into bed and put my feet in the sheets. We have a friend who is a podiatrist and I couldn't decide if I'd go to him or if it would be better to go to a stranger. I opted for his practice - different doctor. I think if I can get rid of this whole headache I'll feel like a new woman.
• My mom-in-law has a new saying, "She thinks she poops Chanel!" and it just ___ well, it just does something to me and I can't discern if it causes pleasure or pain. I try to GET her to say it now in the same way BP tries to drag Julia Louis Dreyfus into conversations with my Mom because he knows it fires her up.
• My roots are so disgustingly bad and I have a weird orange tint permeating through my hair. When I reflect on my life I know I'll say the thing that gave me the most hassle throughout was my g.d. hair. Superficial? Nah. I'm just being honest.
• I love people with ADHD - specific people. Counselors we go to in an effort to treat a child with ADHD who have ADHD themselves might seem like a good resource (you know, been there/done that), but... Argh. By the time our (late) counselor arrived, finished cleaning her office's bathroom, pinned her hair back and explained how much she hated long hair, how long she had to grow it for locks of love, discussed F's crocs and the sale they're having on them at some sporting good place, messed around with her printer, obviously cleared out the phlegm from yesterday's ciggies, and sat down with a pile of haphazard paperwork she never could seem to find an end to, I was beside myself. I wanted to help HER out and give her the, "Just one thing at a time... Okay, now focus..." speech I give F just about every other minute.
• Where are the women in my neighborhood (excepting my sister) who would bring their baby monitor over in the evening, sit on the porch with me, drink some wine and talk about *anything* but babies/children/PTA/conspiratorial neighbor theories/their yard? I need someone I can call to say, "I'll swap with you today. You go get your pedicure; I'll take the kids. When you get back I'm going to buy a skirt that I absolutely can not afford." I keep trying to find even that one woman I can relate to and before I know it I'm standing on the sidewalk listening to a rant about the school's Principal or positively offensive diatribes about how their baby "won't even wake up to eat." GAG.
• F saw me flipping BP the bird over the weekend. My one discretion (really! I've been very sneaky) and he won't let me live it down. I told him to turn the page and he pretended to be turning a page, and said, "Mommy putting her middle finger up at Daddy... Flip... Mommy putting her middle finger up at Daddy... Hey! It's on this page, too!" What a dopey boy I have. I also heard him whispering to his Nanna that I'd flipped off BP as though he were scarred... he's hilarious.
• These message boards for December babies are going to cause me to have an aneurism. I've read so much crap my eyes hurt! EXHIBIT A! If I respond once it will open Pandora's box and I'll do what I did on the Scott Peterson forum of CourtTV (and I'm not proud of this - months and months I can't account for) which is to have people sending me emails telling me I'm nothing but a heartless bitch. But can I just say this? Your baby shouldn't be on their belly in the crib, your relatives owe you nothing, your husband wouldn't last a flipping minute in my house, certain baby names aren't just "hard to pronounce" - they're stupid and it's honestly not a reflection on someone else when they struggle over "Quebecca" but more a reflection on YOU, leave Jesus out of it, stop saying you're not racist when you SO ARE, and for the love of all that is holy your pediatrician is just agreeing with you so you will LEAVE!
• I'm using a mix of Tri-Luma and Kinerase and my skin has never looked better. Now if I can just do something about the hair that grows on my chest, chin, and so far out on my thighs my box is a gigantic rectangle.