The Goldfish Incident?
We went to Cambridge Hospital and switched him to the short cast, instead of the big cast that immobilized his elbow. And they're going to try to get it off a week early so we can be done with it before our vacation.
YES! We are taking a real vacation. It's kind of a short one that will involve way too much traveling. But I'm looking forward to it nonetheless. We're off to Minnesota for my cousin K's wedding. He's the brother of the late, great Eric Gilbert whom my son is named after. And my other uncle on my mom's side is throwing a huge party in honor of my cousin Sam who made it home from Iraq in one piece for which we are very grateful for.
I've informed my office that I will not be available via cellphone or e-mail while I'm away. I feel a bit guilty about it, but guilt is pretty much a constant state for the working mom. You're always shortchanging somebody. I spent most of my sister's graduation party upstairs in my home office trying to deal with a down server. There was simply nobody else available that was qualified to deal with it. And I'm trying to make damn sure that I'm not in that position again. Fortunately my employers seem to understand and things are in the works to get me more help, so I'm so excited about that.
I know I've been really vague here about my employment situation. And that is of course intentional. Never post something to the Internet that you wouldn't want your boss or her boss or her bosses's boss to read.
But it's made posting in general difficult. I've been consumed with relearning this career/family juggle with an intense job plus 2 high energy kids and a husband who still asks me what I'm planning on feeding him for lunch on Saturday in spite of the fact that the answer to that 99% of the time is "You're an adult. Figure it out." I don't want to talk about the intricacies of this internal struggle. I've been toying with moving this blog to livejournal to take advantage of the "friends only" feature. But I like it that people stumble here and that they enjoy my writing. I also don't' think that anybody would "friend" me or read it any more. However the self censorship is a bit more daunting than usual. I don't have anything bad to say about work. In fact, I really love it. I just don't think it's appropriate to brain dump here about it.
Yeah, Guilt is a full time job.