okay, okay
Dec. 12th, 2004 11:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mamajoanThanks to everyone who replied to my little whiny post the other day. Just to clarify, I didn't mean to imply that I was going to stop writing in this journal. Yeah, like that would ever happen. ;) My self-esteem is too closely tied to the comments I get here. Sad but true! (I was thinking about trying not to post as much of the random minutiae of my daily life, but upon reflection, that's not gonna happen either. I love posting random minutiae.)
But I didn't get a chance to post yesterday (have a moment now because my mom just took Isaac out for a walk) and if I had, it would have gone something like this:
Isaac is 18 months old today! A whole year and a half! He's such a big boy -- a real toddler, no more baby! How the hell did that happen?!?! <3 <3 <3
followed by a bunch of stuff about the milestones and new skills he's achieving all the time lately. I'll get to that sometime soon....
Meanwhile, today is the day of our chorus concert and it looks like I won't be singing, on account of I'm still sick. :( This makes me sad because I do get such a thrill out of singing the Messiah, especially the famous "Hallelujah," but also some of the other bits that are really nice as well. Alas. On the bright side, at least now I don't have to fret about babysitting, which I was doing (fretting, that is) because although I had lined up someone to babysit during the concert, I neglected to consider the nap factor (i.e., Isaac needs one) and the fact that the time we were supposed to be there -- two hours before concert time -- is prime naptime. But now that I'm not singing, I can just hang around here (=mom's place) with Isaac while he naps, and then take him over to the concert. Whee.
Hum, just as I was typing this, our chorus director called wanting to ask my mom to get paper plates and napkins for the after-concert party. I'm sure the woman running the party probably has that in hand, but I told him I'd do it anyway, to set his mind at ease. You know how these musician types can be. ;)
OK, gotta get my shower in while the getting's good.
P.S.: there's no mood on this post because it would have to be, in order, "loved" (for the first paragraph), "enthralled" or "shocked" (for the second), "sad" for the third, and "amused" for the fourth. It's just an emotional roller-coaster around here. ;)
But I didn't get a chance to post yesterday (have a moment now because my mom just took Isaac out for a walk) and if I had, it would have gone something like this:
Isaac is 18 months old today! A whole year and a half! He's such a big boy -- a real toddler, no more baby! How the hell did that happen?!?! <3 <3 <3
followed by a bunch of stuff about the milestones and new skills he's achieving all the time lately. I'll get to that sometime soon....
Meanwhile, today is the day of our chorus concert and it looks like I won't be singing, on account of I'm still sick. :( This makes me sad because I do get such a thrill out of singing the Messiah, especially the famous "Hallelujah," but also some of the other bits that are really nice as well. Alas. On the bright side, at least now I don't have to fret about babysitting, which I was doing (fretting, that is) because although I had lined up someone to babysit during the concert, I neglected to consider the nap factor (i.e., Isaac needs one) and the fact that the time we were supposed to be there -- two hours before concert time -- is prime naptime. But now that I'm not singing, I can just hang around here (=mom's place) with Isaac while he naps, and then take him over to the concert. Whee.
Hum, just as I was typing this, our chorus director called wanting to ask my mom to get paper plates and napkins for the after-concert party. I'm sure the woman running the party probably has that in hand, but I told him I'd do it anyway, to set his mind at ease. You know how these musician types can be. ;)
OK, gotta get my shower in while the getting's good.
P.S.: there's no mood on this post because it would have to be, in order, "loved" (for the first paragraph), "enthralled" or "shocked" (for the second), "sad" for the third, and "amused" for the fourth. It's just an emotional roller-coaster around here. ;)
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Date: 2004-12-12 10:04 am (UTC)I like reading them, btw. I also post random minutiae. But I don't comment because I don't feel like I know what to say about having a kid. Other than I'm glad you and your son love each other so much. Because the world needs more joy in it, and the joy that is often reflected in your posts is heartening. (The frustrations, well, we're all frustrated here, how are you?)
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Date: 2004-12-12 10:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-12 11:18 am (UTC)Thanks to my mom we did get a good nine or ten hours last night -- albeit I woke up a few times, but at least I was able to go right back to sleep. I'm working my way up to leaving him with her overnight at some point very soon. I need the sleep so badly at this point, I doubt I'll even miss him. :/
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Date: 2004-12-13 04:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-13 07:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-13 05:42 pm (UTC)If you're actually angry, I'm sorry; I didn't mean it in the nasty, unsympathetic way I see it could be read.
It was more... oh, I find it hard to put into words, but more like saying it sounds like the feeling of sleep apnea, and I know what that's like. Sort of a snide "misery loves company" comment. But it's really hard to put my intention into words. However, I did not mean to be nasty, and I see it could be read that way.
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Date: 2004-12-13 04:00 am (UTC)I want you to post random minutiae. End of story.