5

Was is not just yesterday that I typed "4 months"? And now, just a few hours later I am typing 5 months? Wowza!

Surely time flying might be attributed to... putting our house on market, deciding to carpet the entire house at once - meant moving everything out then everything back in, having my back act up - resulting in weekly trips to PT, arranging a camping trip with four other families down to Arches, Husband working late with coaching, taking care of a sick child, and last but not least, working 40+ hours a week. Not sure, but thinking that this whirlwind month just might have something to do with flying time.

I sometimes think (hope) (desperately hope) that life will calm down when we get our babe, but then again, I am not sure. The idea of factoring a baby into the month that we just had is, well, mind boggling. I am still bouncing back and forth with the debate of full time vrs half. We will sacrifice greatly financially by cutting my salary in half - with a great chance of inching into debt - but most of mom friends are telling me that it will be worth it for a few years while my little ones are still small. And reflecting on last month, going part time is almost a need if we are to fully experience the wonderfulness of our children and family (sans the busy stress). I am thinking they are right, and my thoughts are right, and leaning in the part time direction. Ho-hum. The plight of the working mom who just wants to be the best mom she can be - all the while making sure to keep her family afloat. Thinking men don't have this mind debate as often. ?

I am now enjoying a 4 day weekend. Today I sent the Kid to school while I had a "Me" day. I am keeping him home tomorrow for a "Kid and Me" day. Just the two of us are spending the weekend together alone downtown at my parent's house. My parents are on vacation and Husband is staying behind doing house projects (we live about 30 minutes out in the blucky burbs ... oh, how I miss city life!). I figure that I should appreciate the last few times that it might just be the Kid and I flying solo. We always seem to build great memories when we have these times. Granted, it is always fun with the whole family, but just a different kind of fun when it is the two of us. When we are together, we are increasingly spending more talking about "Baby Sister". The kid shows nothing but excitement. One day he will shrivel up with embarrassment to know that I revealed this to bloggerland, but he has a baby doll. A little black baby doll that he got to "practice" on. He dresses her, feeds her, sings to her, and tucks her in. He is just that kind of great kid and will make even a greater brother.