Lately a lot has been going on. My life has been divided into three distinct categories:
3. Watching TV to relax and take my mind off the first two things
Work has been busier than ever and I’m trying to wrap my head around the fact that I’m going to be the stay-at-home parent and how I’m going to put the breaks on work. Foolishly I’m trying to do a HUGE amount of work now with the the thought that I’ll be able to do so much that I’ll be caught up for months once the baby gets here. Of course anyone with a job know that this is not how work works. No, all the work now will just equal different work later.
Babybabybabybabybabybabybabybaby stuff is in full swing. We are taking diaper classes. We are taking birthing classes. We are buying things and receiving things and there is no stopping this baby train. Someone has yelled “All aboard!” and we have gotten aboard. And this has happened to Drea:
There is no denying that the little (or, rather, GIANT) peanut is in there. And he’s gobbling up real estate by the day.
And as for TV? I’m afraid that my former love affair with our giant flatscreen is hurting because of Numbers 1 and 2. We still haven’t watched Top Chef: All-Stars from four days ago. We watched most of 30 Rock from the other night but not the last 10 minutes. I mean, who doesn’t watch the last 10 minutes of a 30 minute show? What kind of TV slacker am I turning into? I suppose the kind of slacker that cares more about Numbers 1 and 2 than about Tracy Jordan, but that’s sad in it’s own way, you know?