Too Many Books

(Warning: I'll be whining.) I'm so  over the constant fatigue that is already overtaking me. How can I be so tired? How much more exhausted will I be when Baby arrives? Maternity leave will be like a little slice of stay-at-home-heaven, but I'm already dreading the inevitable (god, yes, it's completely inevitable) return to my full time job and the cost of good daycare. (The superb places in Louisville seem to run about $190.00 a week. If I had $200.00 extra a week, I'd either have a much healthier savings account or a hell of a more stylish wardrobe. And probably an iphone.) How do people do it? How do single parents do it? It defies comprehension. I'm trying to get on some money saving budget, and the biggest thing that I can cut out is having Panera and Schlotzsky's and Qdoba and Chic-fil-A and Jersey Mike's Subs on my weekly lunch menu. It's hard to cut out those yummy lunch choices, though, when all I'm craving is Chicken Nachos o...

This is the best day of my life. I just realized that I can blog at work. I tried to pull up my blog on my worky-computer not long after I started my new position with [name redacted] Bank. I enetered my bloggy address and a warning box came up that said h eck, no, you can't go... there. Today, I thought, what the... and tried again. I logged into my google account and -- here I am. (I'll pause for your soulful ovation, your tearful applause...) Thank you, thank you. I'm touchedspice. Please, sit down. So yeah, I'm at work but there's no work to be done right now (even though every area school is closed, no one is out and about today.) Louisville got a snow dump of some inches last night, and the roads are empty and white today. No, it isn't much -- it's still snowing and we're looking at a total of maybe seven inches by the end of the day. (I know you guys in the D.C. area probably want to tell us Kentuckians me personally to suck it ...

Yesterday, I made a promise. I promised my husband that I would do the dishes tonight. This is not awesome. The sink is full to overflowing and I have a sneaking suspicion that the majority of the dishes and utensils may be best described as crusty. The predicament is that I have not done dishes in um, over a week. Granted, that's only 4 or so actual meals in the Murphy household. Typically, we eat at least one frozen pizza per week, which requires minimal cleanup. We never cook breakfast (unless it's at dinner time!) and when I do come home for lunch, I heat up something lean-cuisine-ish and dirty only a fork. Then there are the nights -- like tonight -- when I bring home Qboda and chew away stress. (Chicken nachos > antidepressants.) I'm procrastinating... there are several items that are daunting me more than a little: there's a casserole dish from shepherd's pie which is soaking at the bottom of the sink like long-buried treasure, certain to be alg...

I'm home for lunch. It's such a treat to get to compose a blog post during the day. Oh, wait. I don't know what to write about. I need a topic. There are several things I could tell you about -- my new job, the amount of money I have spent in the last two weeks due to  not coming home for lunch, how cold it is in Kentucky today, and (in related news) about the snowstorm that we may or may not get tonight or tomorrow morning. So, there's plenty to choose from. Let's start with the new job -- I love it. I have really clicked with the staff, the customers are all friendly, and it's been an easy transition (with the expception of the 8:15 a.m. arrival.) However, I'm still really glad it's Friday. I'll be even happier when it's time to lock the bank doors at 6:05 tonight. I am looking forward to the weekend, and the possibility of being snowed-in is, which is quite appealing. I will watch movies and college basketball and read books a...