May 26, 2011
I realized today that what I miss when he’s in Denmark (or Bangalore, or Mumbai, or London, or Seoul, or Canberra, or even West Kingston) goes beyond the usual. Beyond the help with dinner, cleaning up, caring for Zoe. It goes beyond the household chores that two people share when they live together. (Although I do miss his help around the house. Let’s not dilute that message too much.)
May 24, 2011
Blew right past it. It was yesterday, and the day went by and we did all kinds of fun things, and I never once stopped to think of it.
May 23, 2011
Girls’ weekend went off without a hitch, and was packed with all kinds of good stuff. I went to a birthday party, took Zozer to a birthday party, hit a housewarming event, visited my Gran in the nursing home and my dad way out in the sticks and the local park. We got the house cleaned, and a lot of piles put away. We read some books, and played, and colored.
May 20, 2011
Once again, I found myself paragraphs deep into a “poor me” rant. Good grief. Even I don’t want to hear that crap.
May 18, 2011
I am extremely cranky today. Beyond my usual, normal crankiness.
May 13, 2011
I know, I know. I’ve been pretty incommunicado the past couple weeks. Meh.
April 26, 2011
We went to Easter Vigil Saturday night. First time since Zoe was born, I think. When they turned off all the lights in the church I realized just how much I missed it. The dark sanctuary slowly lit with candles, one by one. The rituals and rites. The feeling of community. The incense. The music. The reverence.
Outside, a storm raged. The stained glass windows were lit from without in brilliant flashes. It was beautiful, and only added to the mood.
April 21, 2011
Ever notice how hard it is to get the ice cream truck to actually stop?
It’s the universe’s way of saying, “You don’t need no ice cream, fatass.” To which I reply, “F*ck the universe. I’m going to The Custard Station.”
April 15, 2011
Ach, been horrible about blogging this week. Trying to pack too much in, and it’s mostly work-related. My brain is telling me, quite rationally, that I need to incorporate more balance into my life. All work and no play makes Amy cranky, eventually. But right now, my job is making my heart sing. I have so much to do, and I love every. single. bit. I write all day, every day. I consult on how to position issues to both external and internal audiences. I work with a variety of great people in a variety of roles. And I laugh. A lot.
March 27, 2011
Sunday afternoon. NCAA games. Hanging out with the family. Doing some laundry. Debating what to do about dinner. Slowly freaking out in my head about flying to France tomorrow.