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August 08, 2005
The One Where I Bore the Internet to Death
Before I get started, who's the person in Green Ridge, using Charter, who keeps making lots and lots of daily visits to this-here blog? You're welcome to visit anytime you want, as often as you want but I gotta say, you're creeping me out a little.
There. Moving on...
I'm a little brain-dead today. We had a full weekend, with my parents paying us a brief visit. Saturday, we hung out in their hotel. Clara "Overnighter" Jane was supposed to crash with them, but decided she was having none of that. Her current lack of a consistant sleep schedule is just about to push me over the edge. "Hey! Lookit! From now on I'm going to take one giant three-hour nap every afternoon! Isn't that great? You like that, Ma? You do? It makes you happy? Well, then, I think I'll switch back - two arbitrary naps a day for me! Bwahahaha!"
You know, if prisoners want to really get to their guards, all they would have to do is suddenly and often change their sleep patterns. That alone would be enough to create a level of paranoia within the guards that they would be so busy freaking out about heavy blog traffic from a town with a population of 445 that the prisoners could easily escape unnoticed.
Anyway, the weekend. Right.
On Sunday, after The Great Nap Rescheduler decided to zonk out from 10 AM - noon, we eventually made our way to Purina Farms. That is, after replacing our truck's battery. Seems I was distracted enough from the erratic nap patterns that, when we came home Saturday night, I didn't realize that I'd left something on in my truck, thus killing my elderly battery. Is there a better time to have the battery die than when my car-fixing father happens to be in the same driveway? I think not.
The farm? Great fun. Clara Jane mooed and neighed and quacked and baahed with all her favorite livestock, and she was over the moon about the herds of dogs and cats.
The weekend wore me out, though. As I sit here, after eight hours of sleep, several caffeinated beverages and and hour and a half of lounging time while the kiddo napped, I still feel like my muscles have atrophied, along with my brain. Sleep? I'll take four more hours, please.
A respite is on the way, though. I've bit the bullet. As of Aug. 25th, Clara Jane will be toddling off to day care once a week. The time while she's at day care will not be used to run errands, clean house, or fart around. After I drop her off, I'll walk myself the two blocks to the nearest coffeehouse, where I will spend the day writing. Which seems like a silly goal at the moment, since I'm so brain-muddled that I can't string together a pithy and interesting blog entry.
Am I freaked out about putting her in day care? A little. Do I feel guilty about it? You bet. Am I questioning whether I'm doing the right thing? Not at all. She will love the time with other kids. And I need to do this for myself. Because if I don't, I'm going to complete my metamorphis into a paranoid slug.
Posted by Robin at August 8, 2005 01:06 PM
Comments
Perhaps Mr or Ms Charter has your blog set up as the page which launches everytime they open up IE?
Just wondering!
Posted by: NuggetMaven at August 8, 2005 02:05 PM
whats creepy is you being able to see who does what. So do you know i come here too much. I read you last blog to Eric...through laughing tears of course....Especially the relactation...
The daycare will be great for her. My neighbor didn't do any daycare and once she started preschool had lots of issues with not getting to sit and listen to the teacher and to leave toys alone.
Posted by: mindy at August 8, 2005 03:23 PM
Don't feel guilty--she'll love every freaking moment of it! And, once you get used to it: so will you.
Gads. I don't even know what I'd do with a full day to myself. No M. No Linnea. Sounds pretty nice--especially if I got to see them at the end of the day!
Posted by: beege at August 8, 2005 04:25 PM
braintree, massachutesetts. i know i spelled that wrong. but when whoever it is that it is that visits me from there shows up, i get a little paranoid.
along with the person who actually searches for "star monkeybrass blog". i want to just say "dude. it's starmonkeybrass.com. if you can remember star monkeybrass, why can't you remember the url?
um, anyway, clara jane will love day care. it'll be good for both of you. :)
Posted by: kara at August 8, 2005 06:58 PM
Good for you!!!
I sent The Bean to Mother's Day Out at about 17 months and have never regretted it. She's three now and in two days a week and it makes me a better mother. I can sleep, knit, read, or I can run all those stupid errands that take a million and a half years with a small child but only an hour by myself. And she'll love it.
Oh, she may cry at first but mine used to have a complete conniption every time and stop crying the second I was out the door. The teachers told me not to believe her because it was all an act. Given that she is incredibly happy every time I pick her up, I believe them!
Posted by: Liz at August 8, 2005 08:02 PM
Kara- I get the same problem. People Google "I Am Jack's Raging Mommy".
And Poppymom, I show up as Sullivan or Rolla (at least I do on my trackers. They wont stop logging my visits even though I told them to) and I've been known to hit sites several times a day. Be thankful I wasn't reading you in Omaha when I had my wireless. I'm sure I look like a stalker.
But I'm not.
Just bored.
(Also, have you taken her to the Science Center yet? We took Caleb and he had a blast. Until he started crying when he was tired and made it sound like we were beating him)
Posted by: Jack's Raging Mommy at August 8, 2005 08:55 PM
Hey R--writing at the coffeehouse will be great--I had a booth at a local place which still bears an imprint off my ass from when I was writing fulltime.
If you're not doing anything on Friday, though, can you get your ass on a plane to California? We're catering a dinner for 60 at a local vineyard (which has the best late harvest pinot I've ever tasted) and I'm starting to wig.
Posted by: m at August 8, 2005 11:36 PM
We were at Purina Farms on Friday, Aug. 5. :)
Posted by: Cass at August 9, 2005 04:16 PM
