Tippy Top

Well, apparently my iPod is unable to let me post on here...and, I haven't tried it before tonight, no. Am I lazy? Partially. But honestly,

Time sure flies.

I mean, sometimes I think Einstein had a point when he came up with his theories on relativity and the time continuum. It feels as if everything is happening so fast, these day especially.

So I apologize for my long departure from blogging. I got caught up in Collin, and finding more furniture for our home, making friends, and a getting a new kitten in an attempt to satiate my ever-growing feelings of sadness and dismay that my little boy is growing up so quickly,

and my increasing desire for another child.

Already.

Uhh...am I slightly crazy?

(I thought that was already obvious to anyone who reads

my helter-skelter posts (you're welcome U2))

So, yes. My new kitten. My newest baby. A girl. Now I'm not being overrun by testosterone anymore - shh...don't remind me she's fixed. She's still got the parts!

Tonight while doing some "6 Deep Creepin'" (you're welcome John Legend...yeah, music quotations in my blog kind of tonight...yes, please) on Facebook, I came across a blog written by a new friend (another Laura...I think God has decided that for me, being friends with Lauras is a good thing) and she had an interesting article about the expectation of today's mothers.

It is interesting to think of the bar that we, as a society on the whole, have set for mothers. So many are looked down upon for choosing the low road and staying at home, instead of continuing in their career. I distinctly remember my husband coming home from work one night and mentioning his co-workers were surprised that I had chosen to be a SAHM because I am a chemist (please note the use of am, not was) and they consider that to be a "profession," not just a career, apparently. Which is, to be quite honest, somewhat flattering that others acknowledge the strains of acquiring of chemistry degree, but also irksome that women who have pursued said degree (or that of a similar nature) are expected to stay in the work force.

And a clean home! Spotless. Ha. Right. And yet I still valiantly try - I think it's that idealism that if my home is clean, it means the rest of my life is under control.

So, so not true.

At all. Really!

I remember as a girl promising myself to never become like my mother and clean/pick up before company comes over, and I find myself doing it now, over and over again. Epic fail, self, epic fail.

Pardon the random ramblings of this post, my train of thought keeps getting interrupted by my new kitten, Mahl, attacking the laptop, or the plant, or my toes, or goodness knows what else.

Anyways...where was I?

(Mahl has curled up under the crook of my arm,

insert "Awwww" here)

While I am quipping songs this evening, I propose that I make an impromptu parody of "There ain't no rest for the wicked" (for those of you who do not know, God had a wonderful sense of humor the day I was conceived, and blessed me with the ability to make impromptu parodies - they usually even rhyme...just ask me to sing some... e.g. one of the Alleluia's our church will sing occasionally (I forget which Mass it comes from) I have changed to "Collin Collin Collin Beeeeaaaarrryyyyy, rinse and repeat....or "Come to the Water" (Laura Tepen, I hope you remember my (improved???) rendition)) to "There ain't no rest for a mother" because let's face it people...the wicked (usually) end up in jail, and I'm not sure what actually occurs there, but I'm guessing they don't do much while in their cells...so I think they rest a lot. Me, ha, sometimes I dream of being wicked so I can go to jail and get some rest from the mayhem.

I have a very organized mind. I constantly make To-Do lists; if you don't believe, come look in the top drawer in my kitchen where I keep my pens and a pad of paper. In college, I even approximated time to each task. I also had 6 highlighters : 5 meant the day of the week, and I would highlight the due date of an assignment, and use the typical yellow highlight when I had completed said task. I would start from the most-immediately due and work my way out. Now, I am also a huge procrastinator...I believe I would have failed out of college were it not for my Type A, almost OCD, need for organization in my little corner of the world.

But control? How much control do we really have? I am so often reminded of God's control in our lives (I am not trying to say we do not have free will because, oh boy, do we ever). And I love the control He does have in our lives. "Let Go and Let God." How true.

Okay, people who actually read my blog (yes, Courtney, I saw your email that you miss it :), I have so many topics on my mind...I just think I need to stop here for the evening - especially in light of the fact that I just tried to spell "stop" as "spot" ...dyslexia does run in the family, or are my fingers going faster than my synapses??

But I am back, and please, dear readers, if you know me in real life, please harass me - you can harass me about anything and everything, honestly - but please harass me about keeping up with this blog. I sincerely believe it reduces the amount of time I spend tossing and turning my head on my pillow each evening, and gives me a port for my thoughts as I go through my newest existence as a mother, and always as a daughter (of my parents, and of God), sister, wife, aunt, friend, and frenemy (sorry had to use that ridiculous word to remind myself that I am getting older (and thus "uncooler" with every passing day - and that is a-okay by me).

I would say Adieu, but in light of my love for German,

Gute Nacht!