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Not really just another day
Dec. 18th, 2006 09:17 amToday is my 13th anniversary, and I started it off in grand drama-queen style by completely wigging out about, of all things, laundry. Apparently, when I have no clean trousers and have to get showered and dressed and dress the kids in 30 minutes, I lose my shit entirely. I yelled at Marc (and, ok, it WAS his job, and I DID spend all weekend doing (almost) all of our holiday baking and cooking but, uh, perspective much?) and it was when I caught myself CRYING over LAUNDRY that I realized that wow, maybe I'm a wee bit stressed and irrational? I accrue a ridiculous amount of personal leave time at my job and I think I may be taking some of that today to try to get myself back into a more productive, less frantic space.
Even though I started the day yelling at him, I really am almost pathetically grateful for Marc, who puts up with my shit and keeps loving me for it. It's quite a partnership we have here, and every year there's more placed upon it and it becomes more critical to my happiness and well-being. We still haven't found a regular babysitter since our last one left DC in May, and I feel the strain of not having as much time with him as I'd like. We're very lucky to still want each other so much, and on days like this when our lives are so stretched and strained, I do realize how much of a good thing that is - we want our time to be TOGETHER, and for two people as solitary by nature as we are, that's really quite an amazing thing. I'm really excited about re-upping for another 13.
I keep meaning to post but never have enough time, so stuff I've wanted to post about:
+ Someone on the Sunday morning shows said that Barack Obama is our Aaron Sorkin fantasy candidate, and I think that's dead on. It's not so much that he's anything like Jed Bartlet; it's that I think we sort of like him the same way.
+ A's stage debut was on Friday, when she played the female lead (natch) in her preschool class's production of "The Gingerbread Boy". She did a SPECTACULAR job and nailed all of her lines and with such poise and presence - the other kids were mumbling and sort of shy but she was v. comfortable and it was great to see. I think I used to be like her, such a ham for attention, and I'm not sure when I started getting so uncomfortable with people looking at me. It still comes out a little when I'm teaching, but otherwise, *hides*. Anyway, I was terribly proud and she was so happy and it was altogether wonderful.
+ I ended up extremely frustrated with "The Lost Room", which began with such fantastic promise and then fell into the "Lost" trap. We ended up with NOTHING - a completely inconsistent and poorly fleshed out mythology with none of the really important details that make that kind of world-building so exciting. Is this supposed to be a launch of a series? What IS it? I keep thinking about it, which is good, but they gave us so little that there's nowhere to GO with those thoughts, which is very definitely bad. Dammit.
... There's so much more, but I don't feel like linking photos and that's the next bit. Maybe later today? I feel v. disconnected from LJ-land - know that I'm reading and thinking of you guys, in between the laundry theatrics and all the baking and the incessant demands of RL. ♥
Even though I started the day yelling at him, I really am almost pathetically grateful for Marc, who puts up with my shit and keeps loving me for it. It's quite a partnership we have here, and every year there's more placed upon it and it becomes more critical to my happiness and well-being. We still haven't found a regular babysitter since our last one left DC in May, and I feel the strain of not having as much time with him as I'd like. We're very lucky to still want each other so much, and on days like this when our lives are so stretched and strained, I do realize how much of a good thing that is - we want our time to be TOGETHER, and for two people as solitary by nature as we are, that's really quite an amazing thing. I'm really excited about re-upping for another 13.
I keep meaning to post but never have enough time, so stuff I've wanted to post about:
+ Someone on the Sunday morning shows said that Barack Obama is our Aaron Sorkin fantasy candidate, and I think that's dead on. It's not so much that he's anything like Jed Bartlet; it's that I think we sort of like him the same way.
+ A's stage debut was on Friday, when she played the female lead (natch) in her preschool class's production of "The Gingerbread Boy". She did a SPECTACULAR job and nailed all of her lines and with such poise and presence - the other kids were mumbling and sort of shy but she was v. comfortable and it was great to see. I think I used to be like her, such a ham for attention, and I'm not sure when I started getting so uncomfortable with people looking at me. It still comes out a little when I'm teaching, but otherwise, *hides*. Anyway, I was terribly proud and she was so happy and it was altogether wonderful.
+ I ended up extremely frustrated with "The Lost Room", which began with such fantastic promise and then fell into the "Lost" trap. We ended up with NOTHING - a completely inconsistent and poorly fleshed out mythology with none of the really important details that make that kind of world-building so exciting. Is this supposed to be a launch of a series? What IS it? I keep thinking about it, which is good, but they gave us so little that there's nowhere to GO with those thoughts, which is very definitely bad. Dammit.
... There's so much more, but I don't feel like linking photos and that's the next bit. Maybe later today? I feel v. disconnected from LJ-land - know that I'm reading and thinking of you guys, in between the laundry theatrics and all the baking and the incessant demands of RL. ♥
