Archive for May, 2008

The Oh Crap…I Shouldn’t Have Quit My Job Phase

Published Date: May 27th, 2008
Category: Weekly Thought

  I am now in week three of leaving my job to stay home with G. In that time, we have: all gone on a long weekend trip to Manhattan, survived my husband’s 3-day and then 2-day business trips, rushed through the Hopper/Homer exhibit at the Art Institute (barely), attended “National Train Day” at Union [...]

    As I pulled out the bottle of wine from my diaper bag while standing in line at the post office, I thought, “Boy, this does not look good.” But what’s a girl to do when she is on her way to a late-afternoon playdate/dinner and she owes out-of-state college friends VERY overdue baby [...]

Conversion

Published Date: May 22nd, 2008
Category: Weekly Thought

  It took us so long to convert his $650 Pottery Barn crib to a “toddler daybed” (fancy term for taking one of the sides off). And now I know why after reading the one and only instruction that came with the $60 “conversion kit” (sucker purchase for first-time parents who don’t understand that you [...]

Polar Bear Lunch

Published Date: May 21st, 2008
Category: Poetry

  It used to be a quick salad from Cosi   Or if there was time   A bento box from across the street with perhaps a glass of wine hastily sipped before anyone noticed The ultimate goal to obtain the perfect combination of wasabi and ginger slices The only decision being whether or not [...]

Shit Happens

Published Date: May 20th, 2008
Category: Weekly Thought

  “I’ll do it later.”   Is always his 3 year-old response.   Later like later today? Later like later next week? Or later, like when he is 6 years-old and he’ll be laughed-at-by-his-peers later, I wonder?   Most of all, I wonder why the kid just can’t pull down his pants and use the [...]

Beautiful Day

Published Date: May 19th, 2008
Category: Weekly Thought

    It all started on my 35th birthday.   I am a medical writer who works part-time from home. Totally great gig. No business casual for me. No hurried run to and from the subway to pick up my 3-year old from daycare. The people I work with are pleasant and I have been [...]