The Grind

My second day back at work... /sadface

Well, it's not that bad. I was thinking about it this morning and, if I had to, I could suck it up and do this. I cried all the way to work yesterday, but once I was here and distracted it was bearable. No tears today, and I am even kind of enjoying seeing everyone and answering emails. It's just depressing to think that I only saw the monster for 2 hours total yesterday, half an hour in the morning before work and 2 hours after I got home before he fell asleep. The hubs has promised that it will only be for a month, even if my part time job falls through. I can do this. I can do this.

On the creative front, I finally finished that damn diaper. It came out freaking adorable, and I put it on the monster when he woke up this morning. The fit was a little funky, but it was cute. I need to re-draft my pattern so the rise is higher. I don't know how these one-size diapers are supposed to work on giants like my guy. There is no way this diaper or any of his BSRBs will fit until potty-training, unless he is a rockstar and quits diapers as soon as he can walk. If I have the energy I'll work on a new pattern tonight. I have a World of Warcraft shirt all picked out for version 2.0.

(Side note - More Milk Plus liquid is na-stee. I don't know why they even make a liquid form of it when there are pills that don't taste gross. Yuck.)

I also had another brainstorm - flowers! They seem to be everywhere, but I can't find ones like I have in my head. A long time ago a friend taught me how to hand sew roses from silk ribbon, and they would be perfect to sew on to headbands or hair clips. The ones I made were from hand dyed silk ribbon, which I looked up and is a little out of my price range. But! I like dying stuff, and I found 35 yard spools of white ribbon for around $30. I think my entire first paycheck is going into fabrics and ribbons and goodies. Well, plus a nice wrap for carrying monster...sort of a present to myself for not quitting right away.

(Other side note - must start tracking purchases for theoretical business. This could be quite the tax write-off.)

Okay, back to staring at my empty inbox.

frist!

First blog posts are always so awkward. I feel the need to explain myself, my motivations, my funny made up words... Future posts will be easier, once all of this is out of the way.

Well, I'll start with the made up words. Please reference this Dinosaur Comic. It was between that and...well...I've been stuck on coming up with a blog name for about two weeks now, to be honest. Each day, something awesome or silly or frustrating would happen and I would think, wow! I could turn that into a clever anecdote that someone might enjoy reading! But I didn't because I couldn't come up with a suitably unique name. Finally tonight I turned to my good old friends, suffixes. I considered -opolis, -opoly, -licious, and a few others, but then I remembered how much my good friend T-Rex likes -cracy.

Funny made up words: Check.

So me! This part will probably be boring, so I'll keep it short. I am a 26-year-old, married, heathen mama to two kitties and a 3 and a half month old boy (AKA Monster). I have an unhealthy addiction to lurking on baby forums and Reddit. Recently, as of the last oh, 3 and a half months, I've been absorbing ridiculous amounts of information on breastfeeding, cloth diapers and babywearing. I work in human resources because I *love* rules. No joke. I'll probably devote a whole post to my strange adoration for The Rules some day. In my spare time (har de har, spare time with a new baby) I dabble in the culinary arts, knit, sew, and play video games.

About me: Check.

And lastly, my Why. His name is Monster, and he is the most amazing little being I have ever met. I would do anything to be with him 24/7, so dammit, I'm going to try everything. And I need some motivation, so I am going to pretend that I have an audience hanging on my every word (you are hanging on them, right?) keeping me accountable in my endeavor to become a stay at home mom. The 9-5 just isn't for me any more, especially since my 9-5 is more like 8-7. My job is awesome and fun and rewarding, but it's nothing compared to taking care of my little man.

Motivation: Check.

So...that's everything. Me and my reasons. Follow along as I peddle my wares in hopes that some day, maybe, I'll escape corporate America.

-Jools