I knew this was gonna be a two-post day. Watching/crying with My Dog Skip can do that. Especially in HD.
Anyway, I had the oddest plans for this blog when I started it.
After three years of writing about whatever was on the top of my head, back of my mind, tip of my tongue, I thought this one would be a different type of contribution to the social medium. Dunno: journoblogging about certain things that may have been personalized, yet not necessarily personal. Once I began to write, for better or for worse [don't answer that], the personal took over as though I have no idea how to write any other way. And I guess I don’t.
I write about the kids, but I don’t think this space can be characterized as a mommyblog [note the absence of corporate sponsors and bitch fights over public breastfeeding]. I don’t talk as much as I used to about books and writers. It’s just me the writer writing. And complaining about jobs that don’t see my pure genius radiating from my cubicle [and that fire managers for letting me go...just found that out yesterday from Mr Karma]
This week begins my search anew for a job.
My time off is over, and it was well spent. Learning my newest baby’s personality without daily 14-hour breaks in our relationship-building was a fortuitous upside to being downsized. Thank God he is not as laser sharp in his wants [read: bossy] as Jon Alex was at that age, and he is just as agreeable as Jordan was before she was taken over by the adolescent pod people. The difference is he prefers to be agreeable at home [Jon Alex] rather than being forced to demonstrate it on the road to adventure [Jordan]. He’s a lovely boy and I am grateful for the opportunity to learn that firsthand and not in a daily report from a childcare center. My goal is to enroll him only part-time once he goes back while I shun all jobs that require me to be in the office 40 hours a week.
Meet the teacher is in less than an hour. My plan for embarassment? Taking the camera.
