Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Posted by Maggie May Labels: Babies To Teenagers
A small surge of energy. Our family is stirring. Spring is here. I feel it because I want my husband. Because last weekend I dragged Lola soaking wet out of the shower, threw a towel around her and ordered her to watch her sister who had fallen asleep in the baby swing, while pushing Mr. Curry toward the bed with the other hand. 8 to 10 of the best minutes I've had in a long time. When you have an infant, and a daughter on the couch announcing to her brother that Mom and Dad need to be alooooonnnneee, quickies have to be quick.
Lola has taken to leaping around the house doing dance moves that defy explanation. Last nite in the shower she was singing at the top her lungs " life is good / life is good / oh baby, life is so good " and when she hopped into bed, hair soaking wet, she announced that marrying daddy was the smartest thing you've ever done ! She also informed me that after thinking about it a lot, she realized that my childhood was really good. I haven't had any major things go wrong. I have a family that loves me and just keeps growing and getting through hard times. She's nine, so I hope we can keep up this impression until puberty hits.
I started back to work yesterday and received some bad news. My hours have temporarily been cut in half. Not only mine, but all the girls who work in the baby room. We only have a handful of babies and too many teachers, so the solution was to give us all reduced hours until May, when one of our teachers is leaving. Meanwhile, we're royally screwed. We meaning Mr. Curry and I. Anyone need a writer to write? I'm up for hire.
This weekend Mr. Curry and I are working out a schedule for me to finish my novel. I hate schedules. But I hate not finishing this novel more. So something very mature and structured will occur, where I write from 5-7 four days a week or 6-7 five days a week etc.
The dogs are starting to scratch their arses again, which means fleas, probably. Sometimes you have to have a pain in the arse to signal a change for the good.