Resolutions, huh?
I don't have resolutions so much as my life seems to magically reconverging around the organising principles that made it work stunningly well just a couple of years ago, when I was managing a full-time job and a part-time job and a small girl and a half-dozen personal projects, too. I had a System, then, and the System was like magic, allowing me to get all of the things done that needed doing. Then, I was even making dinner and doing yoga before bedtime.
I love when my life is like this. I've not had many episodes of these salad days, and I'm trying to identify the pieces that make it come together; my last couple of years of college were like that, too.
So now I'm scrabbling together the same rigid structure that worked for me before, and it feels like... waking up from a long, bad dream. The fugue-state that is pregnancy for me is gone, and I'm three months out, so even the postpartum lunacy is mostly done. I find suddenly I'm renewed. I'm ready, again. I'm suddenly doing all of the things that slipped away so quietly I hadn't noticed I'd stopped doing them: I'm cooking and cleaning, playing games with Sasha, reading industry news. Blogging! I'm not all the way there, yet, but I'm living with a philosophy of cotidie melior quam permaneo, which my cheap free online Latin translator says means every day better than the last. And it's working!
On Sasha: She is so big, and so smart. She has friends at school now, and even loves to stays late to play on the playground with them. But I think the last few months have been very hard for her. I mean, her whole life changed in a month; new baby, new school, new bedroom, practically a new house... there's a lot for her to work out. We seem to be past the stage of blazing hitting-kicking-biting tantrums again, but she is perpetually on the edge of whiny and demanding, and it's hard to know what to do about it. She's also sitting on the fence for reading, and hasn't decided to jump over yet. She can sound out words, now, but hates to do it, presumably because it's hard. I think a little bit of practice will get her there, won't it? She just needs to be a little more comfortable with it first? At any rate, I'm trying not to push her at it very much, because I don't want to make it unfun.
On Maya: Getting big SO FAST. Maya is an athlete, apparently, and loves to kick me in the stomach now just as much as she did in utero. At her two-month appointment, I put her on her stomach to see if she could hold her head up, and she rolled over onto her back. Six times. Now, if you leave her on her stomach on the play mat and go to, oh, make a cup of coffee, when you come back she will be almost entirely off the mat and headed toward the most unchildproof item in a three-foot radius, whatever that might happen to be. She also talks. By which I mean, when you (by which I mean "I") are watching Veronica Mars on DVD, for example, this kid can happily babble away. The whole time. Through more than one episode. I shudder to imagine the phone bills this girl will be ringing up...
On Matt: He passed his actuarial exam! Hurrah! This means I get to have my anniversary back, no more fall studying. In other news, he continues to win all kinds of best-thing-ever awards for being, well, the best thing ever. I'd write an opus about it, but it's kind of a policy of mine not to write about my marriage, really, because you know what? It's none of your business! Hah! take that, Internet!
On me: Well, you know, getting my act together. Just got done with some needed but extremely embarrassing surgery related to that car accident a few weeks back, but recovering apace. When I'm all healed up I'll be *really* back on track again.
On the house: It's a mess, but it's a PRETTY mess, what with the painting and carpeting and! The! Bedroom Furniture! I swear I'll take pictures of it all. On Wednesday. After the cleaners come back.
My kitchen is: I'll get back to you on that. On Wednesday. After the cleaners come back.
Posted by andrea at January 14, 2007 10:02 PM