Half awake on Saturday morning, I could hear Jonah in other room practicing some new words with Ian with the patience of a licensed speech therapist. "Poop. Pee. Ear Wax. Eye Wax. [??] Diarrhea. Vomit. Puke...." He pretty much hit all the bodily fluids and then started from the beginning again.
Lots of craziness in the past few days. It was good to have that early morning belly laugh.
Lots of ups and downs with my future employment. Class canceled for the fall, because of low enrollment. But they might want to hire me full time this fall. But Ian's not ready yet. I'm still struggling with the logistics for getting him tucked away into a little bit of daycare for the fall. I spent some good time on Friday trying to figure out how to get him from his pre-school to the daycare. Plan A, the school bus, just went down the tubes. And I'm still not even sure if Ian is going to be able to handle daycare. In the midst of the logistical nightmare, I kept asking myself, "why am I doing this?"
Especially since Steve's hours at work just got cranked up again. He's now going to miss out on the nighttime routine and may not even see the kids awake for days at a time. His job is giving him a pile of cash, but we never wanted this kind of lifestyle. Still, these new responsibilities can't be passed up. Careers are like sharks. Unless you keep moving forward, you get fired. So, we're having to figure out ways to revamp things around here. We're both totally over worked; our high minded, self-sufficient life style just isn't working anymore. It's time to start delegating and freeing up time for more chilling out in Central Park on the weekends.
It's all good. We're a bit stressed about all these changes, but at least we're not panicking about paying the rent or fending off attacks of the cockroaches in the kitchen. We've kept our expenses pretty minimal, so that major changes can be made if need be. And we're trying to keep a semi-detached, amused eye on all of these events.