Hi, I’m Back!
Hi, all! I’m back. I haven’t gone that far but it certainly seems like a long time has passed since I’ve last graced these pages with my rants and random posts and other bullshit commentary on life.
Also for those unaware, “that far” just means that I got pregnant, had a baby, and my whole present-day life has morphed into a series of events where I try to get enough sleep, but inevitably don’t, because there’s just so damn much to do all the time that I don’t know how anyone with kids ever gets a full night of sleep even when the baby sleeps through the night (which mine is, thank goodness, by some miracle). There are literally some days where I can barely think straight… let alone remember anything that should be easily accessible to the little man running through the filing cabinets of my brain (anyone remember that SpongeBob episode?!)… but there I am sitting on a Teams call leading a meeting with 20 client stakeholders on a go, no-go conversation to purchase some $120 Million in assets…
It’s a good thing I’m a decent bullshitter.
These days, a “good day” is when all of the important shit got done, some of the it-would-be-nice stuff got addressed, and there were a few errant hours leftover to sit on the couch before being overcome by exhaustion. The best days are those far and few between occurrences when I can cut out of work to just chill in the backyard with a beer (or shh a doobie), while the baby is at daycare, and have a moment to just sit by myself in the quiet (neighboring landscaping noises aside).
The BIG caveat to all those good, better, and in-between days is if the babes (my nickname for, you guessed it, our baby) also had a good day - read: had a solid 11 hours of sleep the night before, ate a full bottle or the mushy adult food equivalent immediately before drifting off to dreamland, isn’t in the throes of teething, isn’t sick… again, isn’t sick but also still doesn’t have a clogged nose (even though we do steam showers multiple times a day sometimes), got enough sleep that day at daycare, didn’t get too much sleep that day at daycare, isn’t upset that he wants a new view to look at (yes, this last bit is a real thing), etc.
There are lots of caveats to this thing called life.
I could be happy if only for this one arbitraty thing that should in no way determine a person’s happiness but for some reason is ridiculously important to me.
I could be in better shape if I didn’t have that beer with dinner but honestly after (almost) 9 months of baby baking I feel it is a well-deserved beverage and I’ve embraced my new, slightly fluffier, but still miraculously the same clothing size, physique.
I could have time to goof off outside if only I didn’t (for some undetermined reason) care so damn much about my job and meeting my deadlines and churning out work product like us mid-level management consultants do.
I could get more sleep if all I wanted to do in a day was work and care for the babes and eat dinner (breakfast not included) but that just sounds boring and all who know me know I don’t do boring well.
I am done with all those ‘could’ve, should’ve, would’ve’ moments. At least for now. And at least in theory.
So with that, readers, here I am… back to tell whatever tale strikes my fancy next, or whatever I have time to write about.
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P.S. - If you like what I’m writing, the comments section is free to use and much appreciated!
P.P.S. - If you don’t like what I’m writing, normally I would tell you to STFU but contentious views are welcome too. (I like knowing I got a good rise out of folks sometimes!)
