Saturday, December 27, 2008

I. Hate. Packing.

We are leaving tomorrow to visit my husband's family. Because we are insane. Honestly who plans a family trip AFTER Christmas? You're supposed to be going HOME after Christmas. It's all my fault though. I insist that the Little One be able to have Christmas morning in her own home, so she won't have to worry about Santa finding her. (Plus it's much easier to create the magic on your own turf.) So if it's our turn to travel, we must do so after Xmas. And that, my friends, is why I'm spending the day doing laundry, dishes, and worst of all... PACKING.

I'm an excellent unpacker. I love nothing more than getting home and putting everything away. But preparing for a trip? It makes me shake with anxiety. I'm not entirely certain why. It isn't about forgetting something. I'm a compulsive listmaker, so that's easily handled. I think it's the overwhelming nature of the task. Figure out what you cannot live without for six days and get it all stuffed into a suitcase. This means I need to plan outfits ahead of time... ack!

I was already bad at packing before the Little One was born. And then I became a mother, and had to think of everything for another little human being as well. I came to dread packing even more. Because I am the woman who always forgets something essential for the baby. Even on the briefest outings. I remember marveling at the level of preparedness my fellow mamas in our playgroup displayed consistently. They never seemed to forget anything. Not me. I would forget extra diapers, or formula, or snacks, or a bib, or a change of clothes. I had the worst case of mommy brain never recorded. So you can imagine what packing for an ENTIRE trip did to me.

It's much easier now. In fact, I am dancing a little jig today because I realized that this will be the first trip ever for which I will not have to pack any special cups, utensils, bibs, or foods. My almost-4-year-old is a little girl now, who can drink out of a normal cup and eat a variety of normal foods and keep her clothes relatively clean and use the bathroom reliably. The ONLY remnant of her toddler days is the continuing need for a nighttime Pull-Up training pant, and those can just be popped into her suitcase. (And are easily replaced when I inevitably forget to pack them!)

Well, now you know what gets me back to blogging... procrastination! All semester I was too busy to procrastinate (that sounds impossible, but when you're just putting out fires left and right, so to speak, you have no time to avoid your work!), so now that I have a moment to breathe, I'm avoiding the dreaded packing job by blogging instead. But it's time now to change the laundry, so I guess I'll get on with it. Whatever you're each up to today, I hope it's not packing!

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Merry, Merry!

It is Christmas Eve, my favorite holiday. I've always loved it best, even as a child. The Little One is VERY excited, but amazingly calm as well. She has cleaned her room in anticipation of the new toys Santa will bring, and is now watching "Santa Claus is Coming to Town." Santa's biggest elf in this house is off to get a few more things. He does this every year so far: gets irritated with me for buying too much but then decides at the last minute that we don't have enough and goes out to buy more!

We're going out to dinner tonight to make things easy (woo-hoo!), and then we'll get the Little One off to bed and the work begins. I don't think we'll be up too late tonight. Not too much to do. At least I hope not! I wonder if we'll be up before dawn again this year, or if we'll be able to stall her until it's light out. Though last year I think it was our excitement that led to such an early start!

It's just the three of us, which is nice in many ways, but this year I'm missing family more than usual. I'm glad that she can be the center of it all, but I do wish that at least one set of the grandparents could be here to join in on the fun. We'll be visiting one side of the family next week and having a second celebration, so that will have to suffice. The other side is scattered across the country, no one traveling this year.

I feel like I should be baking or something. Except that I really, really, really don't want to. So I'm not going to. ;)

Whatever you're doing this holiday season, I hope you are warm, healthy, and enjoying good food and drink with the people you love most in the world.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

I'm an Ingrid

Thanks to Shanna of Smiles, Miles, & Trials for the idea to take this quiz! (She's a Grace, as in Kelly.) This seems to really capture much of the essence of me, oddly enough.

Your result for Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn? Or Someone Else? Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz...

You Are an Ingrid!

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You are an Ingrid -- "I am unique"

 

Ingrids have sensitive feelings and are warm and perceptive.

 

How to Get Along with Me

  • * Give me plenty of compliments. They mean a lot to me.

  • * Be a supportive friend or partner. Help me to learn to love and value myself.

  • * Respect me for my special gifts of intuition and vision.

  • * Though I don't always want to be cheered up when I'm feeling melancholy, I sometimes like to have someone lighten me up a little.

  • * Don't tell me I'm too sensitive or that I'm overreacting!



What I Like About Being an Ingrid

  • * my ability to find meaning in life and to experience feeling at a deep level

  • * my ability to establish warm connections with people

  • * admiring what is noble, truthful, and beautiful in life

  • * my creativity, intuition, and sense of humor

  • * being unique and being seen as unique by others

  • * having aesthetic sensibilities

  • * being able to easily pick up the feelings of people around me



What's Hard About Being an Ingrid

  • * experiencing dark moods of emptiness and despair

  • * feelings of self-hatred and shame; believing I don't deserve to be loved

  • * feeling guilty when I disappoint people

  • * feeling hurt or attacked when someone misundertands me

  • * expecting too much from myself and life

  • * fearing being abandoned

  • * obsessing over resentments

  • * longing for what I don't have



Ingrids as Children Often

  • * have active imaginations: play creatively alone or organize playmates in original games

  • * are very sensitive

  • * feel that they don't fit in

  • * believe they are missing something that other people have

  • * attach themselves to idealized teachers, heroes, artists, etc.

  • * become antiauthoritarian or rebellious when criticized or not understood

  • * feel lonely or abandoned (perhaps as a result of a death or their parents' divorce)



Ingrids as Parents

  • * help their children become who they really are

  • * support their children's creativity and originality

  • * are good at helping their children get in touch with their feelings

  • * are sometimes overly critical or overly protective

  • * are usually very good with children if not too self-absorbed



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Saturday, December 6, 2008

'Tis the Season... for Grading Exams & Papers. Bleh.

The good news: teaching is over for another semester!!! The bad news: in just a few days I'll be buried in piles of exams and papers to grade. I've got a few other deadlines as well, so I don't think I'll be in the blogosphere much for the next week or two. Or maybe I'll compulsively blog to avoid the work. Either way, I'll probably be on Twitter to vent my frustration and share some of the more entertaining spelling and grammar errors, so come join the fun over there if you don't find me here!