I totally intended to blog…and with a baby and a full time job and 90 hobbies it got brushed to the side.  Well no more!  I will now, somehow, fit this in.  For myself.  Do something for myself?  The notion is interesting.

I make the attempt every time a new week commences.  I want to think positive, I honestly do.  It makes the days move quicker and seem less dreary.  Being that I spend 90% of my time at the office, painted with the warm glow of the over-head fluorescents, this is not the simplest of tasks.  This morning, I awoke to utter silence.  This is a rarity, nay an impossibility, at our house.  The petite voice of my child calling “mommy?” is my daily alarm.  ”Could this child actually be sleeping past 6 a.m.?” I ask myself.  I immediately feel that this is a sign.  Birds chirping, baby sleeping, sun shining.  This is a wonderful start to the (evil) work week.   Of course, within minutes I hear the mommy-call and the day begins.  However, it started well and that is sometimes all you need.  It is much easier to maintain a good beginning than it is to turn a shitty day around.  Little spring in my step.  

We decided to forgo the morning cartoons (thank god) for some Today in New York.  I really think I have had MORE than enough of Matt Lauer.  I was lulled back to sleep by his mindless rhetoric while Child constructed an elaborate ladder out of various toys scattered throughout the living room.  You have to understand something about  Child.  She is positively obsessed with whatever happens to be on my desk.  Regardless of the contents, it is exactly what she wants at that moment.  I suspect she spends the majority of her free time hatching plans to get herself onto the desk to procure the treasures that lay waiting.  Needless to say, everything must stay in the middle of my desk, so her little hands can not get a hold of the dangers contained thereon.  She is usually a failure in this regard.  She is at a huge disadvantage being 3 feet tall, ha ha ha Mommy-1 Child-0!!  This morning, however, she really took her time developing her method.  It was well thought out and surprisingly masterfully executed.  I watched the situation unfold from the comfort of the couch, watching her efforts.  I scanned the desk, wondering what she was aiming for on this trip up.  I figured I would have to watch this play out.  

She dragged over her mini-person armchair, and piled it up with a VERY neat stack of large cardboard blocks, she then pushed over the ottoman… So far so good.  A quick look back at mommy to make sure the coast was still clear.  Yes, mommy was dozing off to Lauer going on and on about a 4 inch pipe…oil spill…yaaaawn.  Next she comes back with Winnie-the-Pooh in a stroller, I guess we found our look-out?  After taking one last peek at Mom, she climbs onto the ottoman, on to the block chair and shes up!  Ready to pillage the contents of my desk.  Could it be the colored pencils?  Nope.  The tape?  Nope.  The Exacto knife?  Thank god, no.  It is the f-ing Gollumbobble-head.  She leaned over and poked Gol right in the face and as his head started to gyrate she looked back and me, mimicked the Precious and laughed hysterically.  She spent the remainder of the morning splayed out on the floor, poking and mimicking Gollum through fits of hysterics.  

THIS is life.  Thank you my lovely 17 month old.  You are perfect.

…another blogger.  It seems they are a dime a dozen these days. So, as I type this, I ask myself “why? Could anyone possibly be interested in what you have to say?”.  More likely than not no one is even going to read this, so the question is moot.  I do this for myself, to soothe my psyche.  My thoughts are I am restless and in need of an outlet, so here we go.