Why I love my husband...

After a long day at work, I came home to this. How could anyone ask for more? I know, I know -- you are gagging a bit, and contemplating throwing your coffee mug at the screen, but please, restrain yourself. I'm sure he bought this as an advance apology for something that he knows I'll be reeeeeeeally ticked about. So, if you'll wait patiently, you can knowingly smile and shout in triumph, "I KNEW it was too good to be true!"

The Newest Blues Brother

So we got the Muffin a harmonica when we were in Gatlinburg the week before last. He has hardly put it down! I had a brief moment of attention whore-dom, and decided that I must post a video showing his innate talent. The best part is that now, when he is finished playing his little ditty, he will take a bow, (involving looking like he is preparing to do a head-stand), and nod his head to the crowd saying, "Thank you! Thank you!!" BabyDaddy said last night with a sigh, "There's just no hope is there? He is going to be musician after all...." All I could do was smile.

Updates

1) I watched Fringe tonight. It was fabulous. Again. (I love Walter!)

2) I ordered our costumes yesterday. They should be here by tomorrow. (Based on the votes - thank you by the way - we chose to be Dorothy, the Scarecrow, and the Cowardly Lion. I'm pumped!)

3) BabyDaddy and I just celebrated our 3rd anniversary this past week, (he sent me my favorite flowers, God love him.) You're a good man to put up with me this long BD. :)

Inspiration, schmenspiration

So I haven't been feeling inspired. Apparently, you need to feel inspired to blog - it's makes for better reading, I hear. However, I've been feeling kind of crappy lately, so I avoided it. Who wants to hear someone whine and complain anyway? And what self-respecting blogger wants to advertise her problems? Well, if you don't want to hear someone whine and complain and talk about non-fun, non-inspired things, you might as well just push your browser's back button and check the headlines on MSN.

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Still reading? Okay, here we go. But be aware that this isn't going to be pretty.

I want to find myself again. I think that somewhere in the mix of diapers, meatloaves, work, and dirty laundry, I have lost, at the risk of sounding like that God-awful Nick Lachey song, I have lost a piece of me. I used to be passionate. I used to be motivated. I used to be funny as crap. Now, I count the hours until I have to leave for work. I count the hours until I get to go home. I count the hours I have left until I collapse into sleep. In the midst of all that, I have to try to sandwich in all the things that really matter. Time with my son. Time with my husband. My real life. I'm tired. I feel like I'm washed up at the ripe old age of 25. My son deserves better. My husband deserves better. I deserve better. How did I get so drained?

I want to stay home. I want to spend every possible moment with my son.
I want a career. I spent years getting a degree that I loved. I want to do something with it.

There's no way to get it all right - either way you go, there are sacrifices to be made. Which choice is the right choice? I realize that I am regurgitating the inner argument of every mother since the dawn of time. But that sure as heck doesn't make it any easier when I'm the one having the argument. There's really no deciding. I love my family, but I also know that I am the type of person who needs to have a career. But, I think the key is for me to have a career that I am able to feel joy in. I think that just like a mate, everyone has a job (and I do consider being a stay at home mom a job, thank you very much, even if it isn't right for me,) that is completely perfect just for them, and I just don't think I've found mine yet. I do realize that I'm still quite young, and not many are lucky enough to find a great job this early in life, but that doesn't mean I shouldn't try. One of these days, I will find it, and then life will be good. Oh, there will still be frustrations, bad days at work, but I will be able to justify going back every day, because I will enjoy it. In the mean time, I will continue to change the diapers, make the meatloaves, go to work, and wash the dirty laundry. I will snuggle my son, I will kiss my husband, and I will keep a good book on hand. And, I'll complain on my blog when I need to get the sillies out.

See? That wasn't so bad. You got to be my sympathetic ear, and I got to unload. We're all winners. :)

Halloween 2008 -- Help us choose!

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Feel free to suggest if you have another idea -- I'm getting desperate! We have a Halloween Party to go to, so we all need costumes. Surprisingly, BabyDaddy is fairly enthusiastic about the whole thing. Maybe I should be a little alarmed....

We are going to see......

THE WIGGLES!!! I'm excited! (But I bet you could tell from the all caps...) :)

Caden is SO going to pee his pants!