Do you know how hard it is to concentrate on work when you hear that “meh meh meh” winding up cry over the monitor?
All I want to say is “ANOTHER HOUR! I’M SUPPOSED TO HAVE ANOTHER HOUR! FIND YOUR LITTLE THUMB AND GO BACK TO SLEEP, KID. GEEZ!”
I’ve started contributing to a parenting column over at RVANews. The format is basically two sets of parents (Ross and I, and the fabulous Jorge and Patience) talking about various parenting topics.
Last time we talked about raising kids in the city. A great conversation started from that.
This week we discussed co-sleeping, something that EVERY parent has an opinion on, as they should. Head on over to see what people are saying and let us know what you think. Only one rule, though: BE NICE.
I’m lucky enough to be home with JR on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Sometimes I take him into the office with me for a bit on those days, but usually it’s us doing our thing at home.
While I love the fact that I am able to work from home on those days, as he’s getting bigger and more and more alert, the days of him spending his awake time looking around bleery-eyed are gone forever. Now when he’s awake and wants and deserves to be engaged. As those periods of awake time are getting longer, this “work from home” thing is starting to turn into more of a “frantically trying to get things done during naptimes” thing.
Naturally, this shift in JR’s development effects how much work I actually get done at home. And then I get frustrated. And when I get frustrated, I become very disappointed in myself on lots of different levels.
So following the same idea as this post (back when JR was just 2 weeks old WHAT IS HAPPENING TO MY BAY-BEEE???) I’m instead going to focus on the awesome motherly things I did today. Because, really, in the grand scheme of things, that is what’s more important.
Here we go…
Books read: Harold and the Purple Crayon (4 times because he smiles like crazy when I read it), Strega Nona, a little bit of James and the Giant Peach, The Very Busy Spider (which was sent to us from my alma mater‘s alumni association – so thoughtful), and Goodnight Moon.
Songs sung: C is for Cookie, Little Potato, Three Blind Jellyfish, All the Single Ladies (he loves it, ok?)
Games played: Peek-a-boo, “I’m-Gonna-Getchoo,” and “Where is JR’s [name of body part here]? There is JR’s [name of body part here].”
Yes. Looking at it that way makes me feel so much better.
*JR seems to be what we’re going with, although I still call him Jackson from time to time. Usually when he’s screeching like two feral cats fighting in an alley crying really hard and needs a cuddle.
I was doing some research at work today and I ended up sending an email around to my coworkers asking them what blogs they read. (Yes, it was part of the research. My job is better than yours.)
Someone sent me this link: http://toprankblog.com.
I read it as To Prank Blog and immediately thought “OMG, this is gonna be AWESOME.”
Yeah. That’s actually Top Rank Blog. As in marketing. Which is much more related to what we do than a blog devoted to playing tricks on people.
Meet my new officemate:
I started gleefully flagging pages right after I peeled myself off of the ceiling.
I gave blood today, in honor of SalesBlood 2007. Here’s photographic evidence that I didn’t keel over and die whilst doing it:
(This picture was taken by TheBossMan in the middle of my donation. Look how happy I am!)
TheBossMan thought up SalesBlood two years ago and our company promotes it every year. If you’re into saving lives, you should think about donating, too.
I mean, come on. If a 113 pound, borderline-anemic can do it without so much as a dizzy spell, you can do it, too.
My work day consisted of so much laughing it was absolutely ridiculous – the kind where you try to stop but can’t and you just need to cover your face until it dies down. Then as soon as you make eye contact with someone, it’s starts all over again.
What a good day.
Part of my job is to write the copy for the 404 pages on the sites we create. I seriously love doing this. It’s a chance to help the user figure out where he/she needs to go, and you can sometimes be a little clever. Check out the list below to see some of my favorite 404 pages (and, yes, I have them).
RVA Blogs (and it’s not just because I’m sleeping with the guy in charge.)
Blurbomat (the lesser-known blog of Dooce‘s husband)
Ok, that’s enough nerding out for now. And be sure to check out our resident 404 before you go…don’t think I haven’t looked at yours.
One of my responsibilities at work (one of my favorite ones, actually) is to help write profiles on the people to whom we attribute the quotes we run in our newsletters and what not. The next person on my list for today was Robert Yates. When I Googled his name, three options came up. And then the following conversation took place…
Me: Are we profiling Robert Yates the Anti-Federalist, Robert Yates the NASCAR guy, or Robert Yates the serial killer?
Co-worker: It’s the NASCAR guy – probably not as interesting as the serial killer but much more appropriate, morally speaking.
Me: Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine.
