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Joseph gets home from Mexico tomorrow! He has been there for 6 days in Merida training nurses in a dialysis clinic. This is nothing to my productivity for the week which involved keeping the baby alive and replacing our 2nd hand armchair from LensCrafters with a 2nd hand armchair from Craig's List. It is a futon chair my friends; YES A FUTON CHAIR! Who knew these things even existed! Of course you have to be 7 years old or younger to be able to sleep on the thing---BUT IT'S A FUTON CHAIR! Anyway, I like it and it only cost me $15.
So as for our family news...I am going back to work for 4 days a week starting on the 5th, and Joseph has officially worked his last day in the office with Davita, AND, Perrin's 1st day of day care is the 12th. Thing are really changing for all three of us, and I really think it will make us all happier. It has been a tough year in the Clere-Callis household. Some change is pretty welcome at this point to be honest. Joseph gets to pursue his passion of working daily with tongue depressors [that's what Doctors do, right?], I get to again have a more multifaceted daily life, and Perrin gets to socialize with some other children and learn all the good curse words from them, as they are twice as old as her. 2 year olds know all the good curse words.
I don't mean to say that being a stay-at-home parent is lame and one dimensional. Lots of people are able to do that work and not lose themselves, turning into only "mother" or "father." But I personally just have such a hard time turning off my "mom" mode, and have done a poor job still being myself. I know that going back to work at LensCrafters isn't exactly going to sooth my soul and allow me to be my best self, but it will get me out of the house where I only have to worry about my own actions for about 8 hours, 4 days a week. I will also get to talk to other adults as much as I want to---which for those of you who know me [meaning everyone, as I'm pretty sure my blog following is my sister and my mother] this means maybe a few muttered words every couple of hours, as I am a big hater of the human race, which all of my co-works will surely be a part of.
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I was shopping at the Goodwill the other day and bought this t-shirt for myself because I liked the graphic on it and it happened to be my size. I wore it over to Tara and Jeff's house and Jeff was like, "You like 'Pretty Lights?'" And this is where, if I was a quick thinker on my feet I would have said, "Oh yeah, they are super cool. Love that band." But then I would have been wrong, because it's not a band. Evidently Pretty Lights is a DJ, or something, who is from here in Denver---and I guess he is supposed to be pretty cool. Yep, that's the kind of hip I am...inadvertently hip.
It's funny the roller coaster of "cool" one goes through in ones life. When you are an adolescent, I think everyone feels un-cool--maily due to the fact that everyone's armpits are starting to smell. Then you get into your early 20's and you realize that there isn't just one kind of cool and you definitely feel like you are, in this unique way. Then you get into your 30's [ok, maybe I am just speaking for myself] and you realize in some random moment while you are talking to some younger, more interestingly dressed person [who probably doesn't go to bed before 11pm], and they are saying, "You know, *[insert quirky band name]? They are playing at the bla bla theater Saturday." Then I say, "No, I don't know them." This conversation happens approximately 4 times, and then you have the epiphany. I am square.
*I realize I have officially gone nuts with the brackets usage in this post.
Zen moment with Perrin.
"Can you put the food in my mouth while I sleep?"
