Yes, I am Still Alive

Hi Everyone,
So, I am sort of in a routine. The work, home, eat, sleep, work, home, eat, sleep routine. Not strangely enough, this routine doesn't leave a lot of time for blogging. It doesn't leave a lot of time for very much self reflection at all. Honestly, I don't know how working moms do anything else but the bare basics. I have managed to figure out a few tricks. Like shopping for dinner at lunch time, and putting my groceries in our office kitchen refrigerator. That saves a stop on the way home if our cupboards are bare and there's nothing to eat for dinner. And I don't put much care, or effort, in to my personal appearance anymore, not that I was primping in front of the mirror for hours before, but you know, I took a shower almost every morning. But now, with this short hair, it's not needed. So I bathe at night and fall in to bed exhausted even before the Daily Show has started. It used to be Greg on the couch, me back here at the computer, mulling over the keyboard about what is too much to reveal on a blog (like should I post pictures of my post op boobs or not? Uhm...not), or reading the plethora of blogs I used to keep up with on a daily basis. It wasn't until Greg shuffled by me on the way to the bathroom to brush his teeth after dozing off during the Colbert Report that I even thought about bedtime. Now, I am lucky if I make it until 10 PM. It's not like I was sleeping in either, because the baby is up at 6:30 regardless. It's just different. I had more down time before. More walking around my garden, holding my baby, pointing out the birds and the flowers. Less staring at spread sheets trying to make sense of row upon row, column upon column of numbers. Not that I should complain. Believe me. I am lucky to have a job right now. Luckier than you will ever know.

So, speaking of the baby (because lord knows Hannah didn't email me today begging me to blog just to hear me complain about being a working mom), she's totally crawling. Backwards, and forwards. This is a big deal. The crawl is a total milestone. Of course, I know I will instantly regret ever encouraging it because now I can't leave her alone in the living room surrounded by a circle of toys without fear something will happen while I go downstairs and grab a load of laundry. Nope. Now it's constant supervision and baby proofing and keeping the floors clean of little small bits and pieces of whatever, because whatever it is, she puts it in to her mouth.
So, here's the baby crawling while Greg baby proofs the fireplace. And, if you listen carefully, you will see another side effect of me being back at work. That exasperated tone I use with my poor husband when he talks to me while I am 'filming'? Yeah, that's me, tired and cranky still needing to walk the dog, make our dinner, feed Sadie dinner, pack her bag for daycare, do the dishes and figure out what I am going to wear (because my closet is in her room) and take a shower and fall into bed (but not before blogging, obviously).


Love,
Rosalie