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I don't know how people do this. Work, two kids, friends, family, shopping, sleeping, housework, exercise, sex, car repairs, doctor appointments, organizing, bill paying, etc. etc. etc.

HOW?!?!?!?

I liked being a SAHM. We slept until 10 am. We neglected housework in favor of watching Law & Order or having coffee with Kay. We picked up G at school, took him to karate and knew all the kids names and cheered them on. That was a day exhausting enough for me.

Now, I work.

And that's about it folks. I wake up, work, rush to pick up kids, barely think about dinner, probably end up eating something, get kids in bed, unwind a moment, go to bed myself.

So if you are feeling neglected, I am sorry. I haven't figured out how to balance my life yet. Just give me time.

NJ: Is crawling and pulling up on everything. She has this really weird crawl that is a half-walk/half-crawl kind of thing. In other words, she is dying to walk. She'll be there soon enough, too soon for me really.

NJ has added a new word to her list of vocabulary words, bringing that total to seven. She knows and says definitively: "Mama, Dada, Bubba (her brother, and this is quite possibly her favorite word since she is constantly screaming it), dis (this), dat (that), teefs (teeth) and the newest addtion: titty (kitty).

G: Is now sparring in his karate class. This is a HUGE leap from my sensitive boy who feels he needs a band-aide for every little bump and scratch. He's actually punching and kicking other people, and letting them punch and kick him. All with a huge grin on his face. A grin so big, he has a hard time keeping his mouthguard in.

G is proving to be a great big brother. NJ got something off the floor and tried to eat it (typical) and made gagging sounds. I rushed up and pried the object (I don't remember what, probably a water bottle top the kitties like to play hockey with) out of NJ's mouth. I told her "No, no" and "that scares Mama." G said softly, "Yeah, that scares me too." Awwww.

M: He's typical M, trying to keep up with the rest of us. He's been head down in his "airplane porn" (schematics, pictures of airplanes, running complex Excel spreadsheets he's created for airplane design) at any opportunity he can. (Usually late at night.)

And me? Well, there has been work. And feeling extra fibromyalgic crappy. And work. And visiting doctors. Doctor A, the general practictioner decided I had sleep apnea after I told I was falling asleep at work. (very unusual) Doctor B, my neurologist, doesn't know what is wrong with me, but suspects something new and ordered blood work and an MRI. (results still out)

Oh, and I worked.

And there was the "you should never take two new meds at the same time" incident which had me hallucinating in the middle of the night.

And then there was work.

And then there was a "hallelujah" moment, after I took one of the new meds separately and I felt about 7 times better than usual. (I am only on day 5 of that med, I shouldn't celebrate just yet.)

And there was work.

And thank you Kay for taking my children on short notice when one refused to go back to school after his dentist appointment, and then had to be called into action THE SAME DAY because my dear husband didn't watch the clock and left too late to pick up our infant daughter and, suprisingly, I HAD TO WORK, so I couldn't.

I could write more, I am sure, but I have to go to bed. Because, I have to GET UP AND GO TO WORK. (*Did I mention that I have an Aeron chair and get free sodas and candy bars/pretzels/granola bars at work in addition to that wonderful paycheck?*) <= silver lining