Jealousy

I hate mini-vans, and I always feel bad for the dad who has been de-masculated by driving one; however, yesterday I found myself jealous.  I wasn't jealous of the mini-van itself.  I was jealous of those moms I was passing.  They had their car full of kids shuttling them from place to place, and that was their only responsibility.
Dustin and I are house shopping, and I can't help but look at all the empty bedrooms and think how wonderful it would be to fill them up.  You see, I am definitely in a honeymoon phase of parenthood.  I have recovered from  delivery, but Miles isn't walking and talking.  I want a hundred more just like him!

Full Moon

I used to laugh at a 1st grade teacher-friend who would mark her calendar when the full moon would be, so she could be prepared for crazy students.  Today, I had one of those teaching days when you feel like a complete failure.  There was at least one child in each class that was so "off" it affected the entire group.  I attempted to teach lessons I know are successful, but it just wasn't happening today.  I jokingly asked another teacher if it was a full moon, and, of course, she said today was it.  That is combined with the local fair going on, where my students stay out late and consume large amounts of sugar.  Dear Lord, please let the craziness subside SOON.  Amen.

7 months

Miles will be 7 months old this week. He eats like a champ, sleeps like a champ, and is generally a content little man. I have a feeling I'm going to look back on this time and think how good life was. I cried at work for the first time this week. I just wanted to go home and spend some time with Miles. I am always so busy I don't have time to think about it, but, for some reason, I could think of nothing else yesterday. I hope those days are few and far between.

Doom doom doom doom

I get this impending doom feeling every Sunday knowing I have to go to work the next day.  I'm really a "take things as they are and deal with it" kind of person, so it surprises me every week when it happens.  I like my job.  I feel comfortable leaving Miles with my parents.  I wonder what it is?  At least this Monday is Labor Day!