Baby Sweet 2015’s school is closed for teacher work week. If you add it up, that’s about a month out of the year they shut down to clean and prep for the big kids, (or spend a week at the beach for spring break), while the daycare parents frantically look for sitters, adjust work schedules and pay a premium for nanny services.
Luckily, I got in a nanny-share situation with another mom whose sweet little boy is the same age, so not only do we pay half of what a nanny would cost, but she has a playmate. And they have a ‘Bobby’ (a puppy) and a ‘Bobby’ (a kitty) whose patience with my daughter is probably waning. ‘Bobby’s’ are this child’s obsession–complete and absolute obsession. She will go through every one of her books and show me the ‘Bobby’s.’
So of course I feel guilty that we don’t have a ‘Bobby’ at home and that I really do NOT want to get a ‘Bobby’ anytime soon. Is it ok to not be a big animal person? I’m sure someday we’ll (aka John will secretly) get the kids a pet. When they can help take care of it. Meaning I’ll still end up doing all the work.
Trying to make mom friends at her daycare is so awkward. I’ve talked to the same moms since our babies were actual babies, yet, I can never quite seal the deal. I feel so creepy asking for their numbers. Like I’m trying to be their friend, not set up a play date, which I kind of am, since I have basically no mom friends in Charleston. But then it’s just weird, and even weirder if I never text them and still see them. I’m pretty sure they’re all in a super cool mom group at one of their fancy houses talking about how lame I am.
Luckily, I have a coworker who is about to become a mom friend. Due to changing due dates, her and I are about two weeks apart. Which means our work is screwed, but we’ve had a great time being pregnant together. Especially because she’s a runner, so she gets my need to run this bump around town and goes to the gym with me at lunch.
And today we dressed like matching pumpkins.
I am sooo excited for the running events to start in Rio! Although it’s impossible to not love watching Phelps dominate the pool. But secretly, I can’t help but think he should be disqualified for having too perfect of a swimming body. He’s superhuman. John disagrees with me. He doesn’t think it’s necessarily about the medals, but that it just makes people faster overall. Tell that to second and third place.
By the way, did you see Ryan Murphy’s ‘book’ that he wrote when he was in grade school about becoming an Olympian? He won the 200m backstroke in Rio tonight. Dreams do come true.
Besides watching the Olympics, commuting an extra 40 minutes a day, attempting to work from home and trying to come up with one boy name John and I agree on, I’ve been obsessing over clothes online. I’m not purchasing ‘extra’ things for a few paychecks. Two reasons: I need to put some money in the bank after paying all this money for nanny’s, etc., and the seasons are changing. And my bump is growing. So buying more stretchy Mormon t-shirt dresses when in two months I’m going to need some maternity work pants seems a little wasteful.
But I want these shoes.
And this dress.
I’m a size 8 and a size small, in case anyone wants to send those over here.
John randomly bought me a book called Tribe, and I actually read some of it the other night. It’s fantastic. I was an anthropology major (useless, I realize) and I love reading about human nature. I know it’s beach-read season, which I said I would jump on and I completely missed, but this book is fascinating–it’s about belonging in society and about returning home from war. I’m hoping I actually get time to finish it, but it will likely wait until I’m back to being up all night feeding the new baby.
So this weekend was our chance to meet Ernest and run a few early morning miles with him on his coast to coast run to raise money to restore his old Navy ship. We’ve been talking about it for months, but now that it’s here and it’s really our only chance, we’re not sure we’re up for driving down to Georgia for one night. We’ll see. I’d hate to miss it, but it would be hard to pull this trip in particular off with our daughter (I say this after traveling across the country, across the Atlantic, and all over the US with her. Often.).
Have a great weekend!