Hiddy ho!

I know that my blog has been rather thin the last few weeks, but that - as I posted earlier - was due to the fact that one of the main reasons that I started up blogging was for the feedback, then only to find out that MSN Spaces posters to only MSN account holders, which is fundamentally different than how I believe a "open to the world" blog should operate.

As such, it was pretty apparent that I would be porting my blog over to another site, and because of that I haven't been posting much because of the PITA (pain in the ass) factor involved with porting.

But hopefully that will all now change... I have finally found another site to host my blog, which hopefully will work better than here.  Unfortunately what few comments I have here did not make it, but I've ported most of the other messages over.

Hopefully I'll see you all over there.

Take care, and signing off,

Sasha

PS: Boy March 4th was a busy day, I found out when I ported everything...

It is amazing how one can go from 0 to sixty without even realizing it.. only a blink ago it was early March (March 11th to be precise), and everything was going ducky.. we were enjoying the nice winter weather, and debating how to spend the last month of my leave.

Now here it is May 9th, some 2 months later, and its all been a blur.. since that day back in march, our family have gone through every variation of the streptococcal virus (knock on wood), including 3 bouts of croup, 1 really wicked case of stomach flu, tonsillitis, as well as shingles and bronchitis; I started back at work (begrudgingly, but that is another rant), we had visitors, and spring cleaning, and a trip to the neurosurgeon (everything mostly okay, or at least not bad enough to justify correcting).. no wonder time seems to have gone by in a blink. Even my beloved blogging - the thing that kept me sane through some of those tough baby months - has even been reduced to mere blips every so often (has it *really* been a week since I last posted? - there's no way!).

They say that time flies when you are having fun, but sometimes I think it is opposite is true.. last summer seemed to last and last while we were traveling and visiting and just enjoying being new parents, whereas the last few months, which have been a genuine hell with no sleep and no coffee to boot, have disappeared in a blink of an eye. It's like karma wants to add insult to injury by making you loose a chuck of your life on top of all the other crap that is going on, and thus not allowing for any non-insanity time (like writing posts for your blog)!

But then again, I should know better.. when was karma ever fair?

I don't know if it just me, but has anyone else noticed how frequently people justify the conditions under which they became pregnant?

If its and "older" mom, she waxes about the wisdom and stability that they bring, and that they skip the regret phase of parenthood because they've already done everything they wanted to do before getting pregnant...

If it is a younger mom, she talks about wanting to have more energy to keep up with her kids, and not wanting to be middle aged when her kids are teens..


Yes, there are pros and cons to each side - there is no general right or wrong answer. But how did we as women get to where we feel the need to justify our choices? By definition, we are the foremost expert on ourselves, and thus uniquely qualified to make those kids of decisions better than anyone else, so why do we always act like we secretly feel that we made the wrong choice, and thus "protest too much" by over justifying the decisions?

So where was I on this..

Oh yes, the screaming...

I can't believe that I am the only one who feels like they skin is starting to crawl after the 5th or 6th hour of listening to DS scream and cry (we just went through another bout of illnesses, this time croup and stomach flu). As sorry as I feel for the little guy, it is incredibly hard to take listening hour after hour after hour of his screaming.. is this not traumatic on a child's poor mother to see her otherwise happy, easy going kid suffering so much that he refuses to leave her side, and spends the day crying?

Of course, if funding to women's related heath issues ever reached even 1/10th of that of men, a correlation between post-partum depression and post traumatic stress disorder might actually be found. Then again, since in many corners of the medical community women are still considered the natural, caring, and comforting gender, and thus should be just able to "take" listening to their baby's crying (you know, like they used to think a man, by virtue of all that testosterone, should just be able to "take" listening to gunfire and bomb shells), it is doubtful that until many more women join the sciences and medical communities will more serious research into this area be done.

BTW, isn't wonderful (drip) to hear that enrollment by women in the sciences field is dropping at a staggering rate? But that is a whole other rant..

As much as a netdenzie as I am, the one things that I hate about the internet is that it seems to be killing humour. For those of us with a dry wit, it is difficult to convey a particularly good sly comment without having to overkill it with [smile] [grin] [wink] or whatever, and thus destroying any potential humour anyway by turning the subtle to circus tent overdone..

...because wit without awareness is just sarcasm.

And we all just love that..

..see?

It seems almost amazing to me that so little time has pass, and yet so much has passed since I last posted - which is probably why I have been unable to post..
 
Although DH is no longer contagious to DS, he is still sleeping in positions that would make the Cirque du Soliet guys proud, so he's been sleeping in the guest room - problem is that is where our little 'puter is, so once again I was thwarted in getting my daily fix, since posting at night seems to be my only opportunity to post..

But not so fast... the only upside it seems with my recent return to work (more in my next few posts) is that now I have time/access to be able to post again.. its not like I do any real work here anyway...
 

With my trusty step-mother's assistance, on Thursday the little darlin' & I
decided to flee the chemical warfare battlefield that was our house to
allow the DH to come home and convelse in his own bed, particularly since
the little darlin' seemed to be on the mends (no temp in 2 days).

So off we went to my mother's stoping over at dad & step-mom's since it was
a half way point. Finally managed to get through the 4 hours of sonic
wailing, and arrived at mom's. Whoo hoo! Only, when I got here I realised
I am without computer AND coffee access here. Sob.

Sigh. At least there is someone now to timeshare the little clingmister
with - I even managed to get out of the house for an hour without him today
during his nap! The only problem with being here is that I keep having
these urges of taking off while mom is watching him for a 20 minute fantasy
vacation, but then I remember that I will still need to get back to change
his diaper, and then the bubble bursts. Ah well.. two more weeks and I go
back to work, and then I'll probably be dying to go back to these days
where I can't go two steps without him clinging to my leg!

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