Shoo Lie Loo: Work

this magical time of year mean to you?

Really...I want to know! (Comment to give your thoughts.)

For me, this Christmas holds an immense promise, a previously untouchable gift. I get to be a mom!!

Don't misunderstand me. I have been a career-mom for nearly 6 years now.

However, life's circumstances, to which my previous blogs have eluded, have directed me in a position of juggling nannies and daycares and last-minute phone calls to grammys (both far away) to come to the rescue when I had to travel.

When a Harvard-educated doctor told me that "natural conception" would be impossible, I put all my human stock into him.

When Chris and I met, those "impossible" statistics were proven wrong...x 2!!

Despite the miracle of Lucy and Henry, we've had to work to make ends meet. I won't get into the messy financial details, but we barely survived, credit cards and all!

And now, nearly six years after our beloved Lucy curled her tiny pink fists in protest to the doctor as she fought her way into life, I am able to be a full-time stay at home mom.

What does Christmas mean to you? What do you wish for? How crazy or impractical is it?

After you think about that....ask yourself this: is it really impossible, or are you MAKING it impossible?

I'm so happy... :) :) :) :) :)

It's Monday night, and it's gloomy, damp, cold and windy. The air is thick with muck.

It's supposed to be spring. The air is supposed to be warmish, not really freaking chilly. Hoodies and sweatshirts are supposed to be optional, not essential to prevent frostbite. Flip-flops are supposed to have made their way back into "wardrobe necessity" status, not shoved back into the closet for better days.

Yeah, yeah - "April showers, blah blah blah..." I absolutely adore a spring rainstorm, but this....dank...just isn't jiving with my flow.

After Lulu's tumbling class tonight, I bought three Lunchables for dinner. How pathetic is that?? Even me, the world's least motivated cook, can usually throw together something nutritious for dinner. Processed meat, cheese and crackers (sans wheat) in a little plastic container...? Not normal for me...not normal at all. (I counter with the fact that at least they had water to drink instead of soda pop.)

Now I'm sitting here at the ol' borrowed laptop (this is Chris' computer, which I have hijacked because my Netbook just wasn't covering all the bases for me), trying to become ambitious.

I can't really even think of something to write about tonight. It was sincerely that dull today. And when you resort to blogging about the weather, you might as well not blog at all.

Granted, in a few days I will be on the road. I'm packing up the kids and heading to my old stomping grounds to spend the night first with my very dear girlfriend Petra and her kids. After a raucous night (read: bottle of wine), I will get up at dawn's first light to head to my office to commune with our potential new client. That means I will be ditching my normal business-wear: yoga pants, tank top and striped/polka-dotted/neon/knee-high socks (I'm a TOTAL sock junkie) for corporate attire. And then, after a nice steak dinner and some MORE wine, I'll be back at the hotel at which I've spent many a night to do it all over again the next day.

Fortunately for me, that "next day" is Friday. And then it will be gridlock back to my girlfriend's house, cuddle my babies for a while, tuck them in, slosh down so more wine (or Fernet??) and dish about each others' very different worlds.

Saturday morning brings the promise of stuffed French toast or something similarly dangerous to one's sugar levels followed by the first garage sales of the season with my bestest garage sale buddy (be sure to charge the Leapsters/DS's, etc. so we can keep the youngun's at bay).

Saturday afternoon holds for us an impromptu cousins' reunion, my dad's side of the family.

And then Saturday night - maybe late into the night - calm. A breath. Able to breathe deeply for the first time in several days, hopefully thru BOTH nostrils, while I drive home peacefully with the little ones slumbering in the back of our new van.

And Sunday...will all this chaos lead to mass ambition or mass laziness? That remains to be seen. Either way, it will be back to the world as I know it. And right now, thinking on it more, it might not be so bad to step away from my world into a few different places to appreciate what I have here and to appreciate what's out there.

Peace, all....