Playing Catch Up

Y’all. I just can’t seem to catch up with life. I feel like a hamster on a wheel that is headed no where. All day long I run and run, yet I never actually get anything accomplished.

Let’s have a brain dump, shall we? There’s lots of stuff I’ve been wanting to share with you, only to store the tidbit of the day in my “things to blog about later” mental file, which I admit leaves my brain within 2 seconds.

Cooper’s birthday is January 14th. As in Saturday. As in one full day away. I thought I was handling this milestone slightly better than his first birthday (after all, I haven’t had any embarrassing meltdowns at Party City this year) yet I spent the last 30 minutes ugly crying in the living room whilst reminiscing over the past year.

Can you guess the theme? And by theme I mean cake, as I have done absolutely nothing else to prepare for his party.

Can we talk about RSVPs? Specifically, the people who don’t bother. YOU SUCK. Seriously. It’s a freaking evite. I couldn’t have made it easier on you. Click yes or no, losers. I don’t even CARE if you don’t come, just freaking RESPOND.

Work has been crazy. I’m super overwhelmed and stressed out, and because I work in the healthcare field, that’s all I’m allowed to say about that. Let’s just say there was an audit, and it did not go well.

Fun times. Not.

Remember when “Not” was the cool response to your friends? “That’s so cool… NOT!” It was almost as awesome as “PSYCH!” Yet no one will ever be as cool as my brother, who used to end his phone conversations with “Appreciate.”

Jason has started a year of school to become a Senior Reactor Operator, also known as the hell in which I don’t have a husband for 52 weeks. I thought military deployments were bad – at least he wasn’t home and therefore I had the freedom to do what I wanted to do, when I wanted to do it. Now I have a small toddler screaming “Daddy! See Daddy!” while my husband holes up in his office, cramming for his weekly exams. I’m left to do the fun stuff, like create meals my toddler will eat and clean the bathroom, while my husband has fun studying four hours a night.

This is made worse still by the fact that my husband is a bit of a whiner, and spends the 30 minutes per day we have with one another talking about how much his life sucks right now. Because I am a good wife (and because this is only week 2 of 52) I smile and nod instead of screaming “THERE ARE STARVING CHILDREN IN NEW GUINEA! IT COULD BE WORSE!” I open my eyes wide and let my thoughts wander while he talks to me about things like atoms and physics and nuclear… oh my god I barely passed geometry PLEASE SHUT UP.

My birthday is January 29th. You know, just in case you wanted to shower me with cards or Edible Arrangements. I’m registered at Sephora. (Kidding. Although how awesome would it be if Sephora had a registry?)

Jason (actually, I bought this for myself but passed it off as a gift for Jason) got a Roku for Christmas, and we’ve been tearing up Netflix. The Twit recommended we watch The Walking Dead, and we’re hooked. I’m ready for February! Y’all know I have a zombie apocalypse plan, and all this zombie fiction is helping me perfect my escape.

I’m doing really well with my goals. So far I’m accomplished… nothing. Wait a minute! I did take down the Christmas decorations last night. Oh wait… the trees themselves are still up, so I guess that doesn’t really count.

Boo.

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