Friday, April 11, 2008
So why the fear and angst? Well, first is the running of the HR obstacle course, making sure that your benefits are set up and being told that many of them don't kick in for months. Whereas normally this wouldn't be a problem, with my son's asthma season fast closing coupled with every major HR database being down for end of year tally, it's a race to see what will kick in first, benefits or asthma attack. Coupled to this is the changeover in hours and saying goodbye to the compressed work week thus removing me from the volunteer pool at my son's school. Nothing says downer like telling your five year old that daddy won't be in class this week (or any other) to read stories. Personally, I think I'm having more separation anxiety than he is. Oh well, I suppose it's one of the things we have to get used to, letting go. Working moms do it all the time. I suppose I should be able to suck it up as well. I just have to warn myself that spending less time with my kids isn't going to become either a habit or a trend.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Welcome to f*cking Narnia...
Yep, they're taller than me. Not only do I double as a landmark, I also make a handy height reference.
"I want to sit on the iceberg," "No, i want to sit on the iceberg."
"Boys...boys..we're surrounded by bloody great icebergs. Just pick one. Sigh...brothers."