TGIF

I have no idea what I'm going to do when I have a baby. Because all I can think about right now, at 4:45 on a Friday, is getting the hell out of work, into pajamas, pouring a glass of wine and CHILLIN. Followed by a LOOOOONG sleep. In fact, I don't want to get out of bed before 11am tomorrow. And I can.

For now.

How do moms do it? How do you go from having all this free time to none at all? Nothing to ease you in. Say, one weekend a month with an infant, followed by two, followed by three. Nope. It's all or nothing.

I hate to say it but I think I'm kind of a lazy person. Not when it comes to work but when it comes to free time. Some people see the weekend as an adventure. 48 whole hours to not be at work and therefore they fill it with activities that please them. They go outside. They hike, bike, camp and run marathons. They get up early and go to flea markets and estate sales. They go out for breakfast and peruse farmers markets.

Not me. Given the choice, I'm happy just staying in. Not answering the phone. Ordering some movies on OnDemand. Ordering in some junk food. Reading. Watching television with the shades drawn. Staying in my pajamas all day. Not having to make any physical effort whatsoever. MAAAAYBE getting out to go get a mani/pedi. Just chillin. Some would say that sounds like I'm depressed. I would disagree. It's just what makes me happy.

So with this being said, once I have a baby, all this will be long gone. Am I correct? Is it possible that I'm trying to soak up as many of these "free days" as I can before my life is dictated by diaper changes and feeding times? It's not like I can say to Hubbie, "Pretend I'm not here and you feed the baby." Can I?

I've been doing really well on the diet and have so far lost five and a half pounds. I know if I exercised more (ahem, at all) I would lose it faster. And be able to eat more.

But for now, this particular Friday afternoon, I'm going to relish in the fact that I have NOTHING that HAS to be done tomorrow except dinner with friends. And NOTHING that has to be done Sunday except a mani/pedi. And I'm grateful for that.

Happy Friday!

Butterflies in Stomach

Belly in knots. Going somewhere I haven't been in four years. Nervous. Jittery. Would rather not go but have to.
Sorry for being vague, have to be. Until I don't anymore. Ugh. Sorry. Probably shouldn't have even written.
But I have to keep my hands busy and my mind on something else.
Ok, speaking of which, the book I'm reading is fantastic. I am absolutely obsessed now with the French revolution. I want to read anything I can get my hands on. If anyone has any suggestions I'd love to hear them.
Palm Springs with the in-laws was lovely. We spent three full days lazing in the sun and making some delicious home cooked meals. My father in law is a fantastic cook and grilled for us both nights. The temperature hit about 120 degrees during the day and about 90 at night. We're talking HOT. But since the air is so dry you don't realize how warm it actually is.
I managed to escape the weekend with only a minor sunburn on the top of my thighs. After 32 years of going there I've learned to "reapply" the sunscreen. I worry about skin cancer now that I'm older. I used to just fry like bacon in the sun. Can remember at least three or four times getting burned enough to blister. Shoulders especially.
I've never been to a dermatologist. I suppose it's time to go. Although I have to admit I really don't want to be looked over. And I really don't want anything biopsied. I guess it's going to have to be one of those things where I force myself to go- kind of like the dentist- but without nitrous oxide. (Do they provide that at some dermatologists??)
I'll leave you with a picture of our backyard in Palm Springs. It was so beautiful, we felt like Hollywood stars.

One of the funniest things I've seen in a long time.

The fact that a museum like this actually exist blows my mind. Who is running to see these exhibits? Who is going to pay $19.95 to see "museum exhibits suggesting that man coexisted with dinosaurs -- which fossils show became extinct millions of years before humans existed."

My God! It's Land of The Lost! They made a museum out of Land of The Lost! Boy, I loved that show! But asserting the world is only 6,000 years old and God really did create it in six days is pretty darn funny. What's even funnier are some of the comments on the Creation Museum's site.

"I just want to let you know how thrilled I am at the opening of the Creation Museum. Finally we have a place to take our children that we don’t have to worry about the message they are hearing. We can rest assured that they are hearing the truth, the truth that we so firmly believe in." —P. F., Ohio

Worry about the message they're hearing? What message would that be? That GASP, Noah may not have loaded each and every animal on earth, two by two, on to a wooden boat? Man, I've worked on commercials with animals and even their trainers can't get them to work that efficiently. And we're talking trying to get a dog to walk through a "doggie door" at the cued time.

The museum must attract the same people who continually vote to deny GLBT people basic civil rights. They think homosexuals getting married is not only immoral but absurd. But there's nothing absurd about the exhibit in which, "Adam appears, bearded and handsome, if slightly waxen. Eve emerges from his rib with luxuriant hair and a kindly expression."

What will they think of next?

*Quotes taken from Washington Post article 5/07.