Contradictions. And some happy memories.

I actually wrote this several weeks ago but never published it.  It's been a helluva few weeks lately. Eden has been throwing tantrums every morning and evening. (Well, and throughout the day, too, but I'm the lucky one at work during those.) The sun comes out in between storms, but the storms...they are thundrous. And Nate and I aren't seeing eye to eye on how to deal with them, either. I'm worn out and worn down and quite firmly at the end of my rope. Maybe she'll wake up with molars tomorrow and it will all go away. Or, maybe we're supremely incompetent parents without the slightest clue how to parent a two-year-old.

Anyway, I logged on to write about all this here, then found this old post. It is good to remember that fun night. It's just the breath of fresh air I needed.

And, for the record, Juana is starting back up again on Monday.

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Today sucked, but it was a fabulous day, too.

I'm loving work right now, but the sheer quantity of it is overwhelming and quite stressful. I'm loving my family right now, but I never get to see them and I miss them like hell. I'm loving my self right now, but I don't get enough sleep and exercise feels like a mirage. I'm a million miles wide and an inch deep, and unless someone is going to add a few more hours to my day, I've got to figure out another way to get this thing called "life" done.

I don't really see that there is anything to cut...only things to add. So I'm going to have to figure out how to do things smarter. Guess I really need to bite the bullet and hire a housekeeper. (Ugh.)

Eden was an absolute ham tonight, so sweet and hilarious. I wish we'd had a camera following us around all evening. She wanted to go to Swami's for dinner, so we went. It's like home away from home, one of our favorite places to go. She had Nate and I cracking up as she ordered her pancake and milk like a pro from the wine menu (the portfolio was small, just her size). She had the system down pat, and handled that waitress more skillfully than many an adult. And, after dinner, she successfully used the bathroom and ran back across the restaurant to Nate yelling, "I did it, Daddy! I went potty!" at the top of her lungs. All the women and most of the men were smiling at her.


A cute (and un-related) picture of my little (big) girl.


Off, then, to the mall, for a quick trip to See's (Eden's "Mommy, Daddy, and Eden, our FAM-I-LEEE!" under her breath as we left was too cute) before stocking up at Target ("Buy your pants at Target, Daddy, Target has everything we need!"). She was running up and down the aisles singing, dancing, and lifting everything but the cat litter into the cart herself with lots of comments about how strong she is ("I have ARM strength!").

There is nothing in all the world as wonderful as coming home worn out from work and having one of those golden, I-couldn't-plan-this-if-I'd-tried kind of evenings with your family. Not a thing.