Status Update

Since I know you were all worried about me and dying to know…

My computer conversion got pushed to the 27th, so I can totes take work on vacation with me! Isn’t that spectacular?

Let’s get real shall we? Family is fun, sure. But family can also be stressful. Married into family…yeah. I love my husband’s parents and they are nothing but the sweetest people. But sometimes, you just want a computer in your face cuz you “have to check on this work thing” so you don’t have to be the one to make the decision on what everyone is having for dinner.

It also helps to relieve that constant low level anxiety. I don’t have to check everyday, but knowing that I can is just amazing. I may not ever pick it up, I may not ever log on. But if it wasn’t there, I would not be able to stop thinking about it. Would neeeeeeeeeed to check. Would neeeeeeeeeed to be in touch. So yeah, I’m already feeling better about that.

Packing on the other hand…Gah this used to be so much easier.

Summer – Bleh

I remember when I was in school, any age really, and summer was the awesomest thing. Summer meant sleeping in. Beach trips. Family vacations. Pool! Camping! (Of course, one year it also meant Algebra summer school but…whatevs.)

We cleaned out desks or lockers. The hallways were always full of trash cans and screaming youths. In college, the packing was usually very last minute, throwing all non-essential items into a giant box and hoping I could fit it in the back of the van with all the TP I intended to confiscate.

I worked as a camp counselor for several summers throughout college. After the first summer, I trained and received my lifeguard certification. I guarded the pool, lake, and canoe trips down the river. I wore a bathing suit every day. I swam every day. And I still got to ride horses and go hiking and sleep under the stars.

And then I grew up. Theoretically. And summers became just like every other day except a lot hotter and a lot more crowded. I work constantly, and don’t really like to vacation during the summer because everyone else does. A Tuesday at the beach in September is near perfection. A Tuesday at the beach in July is damn near hell. Besides, if I can continue working, maybe I can catch-up on some stuff and feel ahead of the game when the client comes back from their Caribbean getaway.

But Hannah. Oh how she loves to be outside. How she enjoys the water so stinkin much. I wish I could give her a pool membership. Or that we lived closer to the beach and I could drive her out there after work everyday. I know she is still too young to retain these memories, but I feel inadequate only being able to offer a sprinkler and bucket o water in the backyard.

And so I am equal parts genuinely excited for her and overly stressed for me that we are heading to my In-Laws’ lake house next week. I bought Hannah a life jacket so she can go out on the boat. They have a lot of land for her to run around and explore. We’ll pick up another little pool for her at Wal-Mart so even if she isn’t on the boat with us, she’ll be having a great time with Meme. And no matter what, Hannah will not go without. If I forget anything, it will be purchased for her. She is going to have a great time.

I on the other hand am going to be anxious. Stressed. I will probably have more grey from this relaxing vacation than I ever have. See, we’re getting new laptops at work, scheduled for the week I am out. Which means I have to leave my current computer in the office so it can be imaged and transferred to the new one. Which means a full week without being able to just check in, delete unnecessary communications, forward pertinent information, or just know what evil horrendous garbage I have left for my back-ups to clean up for me in my absence.

I still feel so out of sorts with this job. I am constantly confused, defensive, and trying to dig out of horrifying and so obvious errors made by the previous owners. Meanwhile, I know I am probably creating some pretty large issues myself, not billing or not following a procedure correctly or not keeping adequate records or not using the correct type of pen which renders the whole study completely useless. And it is stressful to think that someone else will be responsible for a week and catch all of these things and think me an idiot. That is really more hurtful to me than getting lectured, or fired. Someone finding out that after this long, I still don’t know what’s going on.

Summer. Bleh. Go home and give me Autumn with some pumpkin flavored crap and a hoodie.

All Things Considered

We had game night. We went to a festival. We threw a party.

I know, what the heck right? From nothing ever to three social events in one weekend? Back the truck up Shemanda. Save some fun for the rest of the world.

We went out for game night Friday. Beth came over to babysit and Hannah tricked her into letting her stay up until almost 11! But it worked out ok, she slept all through the night and until about 10 the next morning.

Beth decided to stay the weekend with us to help out with the party prep and child wrangling and just have some good old fashioned friend time. It was invaluable. She and Hannah played. She took Hannah on walks. She helped in the kitchen. Beth even made her signature dip and deviled eggs!

I spent most of the day Saturday mowing the lawn and attempting to get things organized. I made trips to Lowes and Kroger, got more plants and a kiddie pool and sprinkler, and a couple of other necessities. Then showered up and headed out to the middle of nowhere!

A friend’s band was playing an outdoor gig out in the country. It’s usually a pretty small affair, a few arts and crafts stands, a few farmer’s market type stands, a few food trucks. There’s a covered stage that faces a pretty low sloping hill that is usually packed with blankets and birkenstocks. Also a slip n slide made out of two giant uninflated outdoor pools. Anyway, we went to hear our friend sing and tooled around the little stands. Hannah danced and scurried. We stood in line for the slip n slide but it was a little slow and though she would have had a great time, she started to move on and I was totally OK with encouraging that.

Sunday I spent most of the morning repotting plants and cleaning up the outside areas for the party. We were prepping the outdoors but also trying to prepare ourselves for the fact that it was probably going to rain. We rearranged furniture, steam cleaned carpets with Shelby’s brand new steam cleaner, and then went out to dinner so as not to dirty all the dishes before the party. But then Shelby and Beth stayed up late working in the kitchen making gigantic messes anyway. So make that 4 social events. We went out to dinner!!!

Monday we officially started at 4 but invited people as early as 2. the first carload (and I do mean carload) arrived at about 3:30. The last person left at a little after 9:00pm. All in all, I think we had a success! Everyone seemed happy, chatty, well fed and content. It didn’t rain. The mosquitos weren’t too aggressive. We had another little girl come and she and Hannah spent most of the time in the pool. They did take breaks from splashing every once in a while to run through the sprinkler with some adult or other. Hannah also took occasional breaks to wave at her adoring public. (She was totally being paparazzied all day.)

Oh yeah, and our neighbor called the cops on us. WIN!