That occurred to me after I posted. We should probably get a reading from vw.

I completely forgot short hair. Damn.

I have no clue why I read short hair as hair shirt.

Hmm.

I think I'm finally done with my contract. I have no work left to do.

Time to actually crack open and update my resume, and try to avoid thinking too hard about the fact that people are now graduating from high school with skillz as mad as those I have gained from all my years in tech, thus deflating the value of my only actual job-type talent.

Which wouldn't be as big a deal if I didn't have to figure childcare and commute expenses into it, making the bare minimum hourly wage I can afford to take higher than most places will offer.

Fuck. Maybe I should just take a part-time evening and weekend job jerking coffee at Starbucks or something. If I can find one.

Fuck. Maybe I should just take a part-time evening and weekend job jerking coffee at Starbucks or something. If I can find one.

I've seriously considered this, though I'm daunted by the thought of what it'd do to my marriage to essentially be tag-team parents (with inevitable fights as I fretted over Dylan getting home in time for me to get to my job), maybe if we're lucky managing to watch TDS together every evening.

I know my parents managed it (my mother worked nights when my sister was a baby), but they are freaks and weirdos and DAMN, it would suck so much.

Not to mention what it would do to that thing I laughingly call a career. We'll see how the job hunt goes, I guess. Finding an infant room that one of us can make it to mornings and evenings and that we can also afford is going to be rough, and it doesn't look like in-home care in Seattle is affordable until you have multiple children.

Time to email my old team and see if they'll be getting headcount opening up for a contract person soon.

It'd really be nice to have the job I'm interviewing for next week work out, even though I wish it were on campus instead of over by Seattle Center. I'm sick of searching, and I'm about to lose my easy interview babysitting for a good while once my neighbor has her new baby.

I have a first choice center just a few blocks from my house that's on the reasonable end of the fee scale, but it'd be completely impractical for y'all.

Plei, I think a couple of Buffistas have made nanny-sharing work; you might ask.

Plei, I think a couple of Buffistas have made nanny-sharing work; you might ask.

We've looked into it. Part of the issue is the uncertainty of life as a contract worker; I may or may not have a job when someone is looking to nanny share. The other part is finding someone where it's a practical option, both in hours and location.

*Comes sweeping into thread with a song on his lips*

Hello my lovelies! I am in a good mood tonight.

My thoughts on the posts I've read recently:

Curry is fairly gross, but the smell doesn't bother me. I love going to Indian restaurants, however, because everything that doesn't actually have the word "curry" in the title is delicious. Especially the garlic nan. Thai food, on the other hand, is disgusting with or without the word "curry."

Eggs are delicious, and they smell like good. Did an egg kill your father, ita?

Fruitcake is also delicious, in small bites. Mmm. Fruitcake. I'll gladly take Susan's share.

dw, I am sorry that your work situation is of the suck. I hope that it gets muchly better in the most best way possible.

I was asked tonight what I would do if I had one wish. I couldn't decide, because most things I'd like to change about the world or myself would involve changing the past, which is dangerous wishing, so I settled on something frivolous - winning the lottery. I now will remove that wish from the "if I had one wish" list and say that I wish for all of the Buffistas, especially the Buffista parents, to find jobs in the near future that pay them very well to do exactly what they love doing for as long as they want, while simultaneously giving them time for the raising of their little 'uns.

--- okay, done with thoughts about recent posts.

Tonight, ladies in gentlemen, I am starry-eyed and completely in love. It feels rather lovely. I believe the first blush of this relationship is finally wearing off, but what is being left behind is just as good. Better. I love it. I love her. I feel like I need to give her a nickname for this board. Ideas? Unfortunately, without spontaneity I'm afraid nothing will be as good as Teacup Guy or FAQ Girl/Wife, so maybe I'll just leave her as GF for now.

PS to my student worker: Just because Miss Manners says it's OK doesn't mean it's OK under your parents' roof. Especially when it comes to knocking boots with your boyfriend on a weekend visit to the 'rents.

And why did you tell me all this, anyway? Why the flip do you think I care about your sex life? And why do you think I care about your rationale for why you think your 'rents should not have a cow about whatever sex you and your boyfriend have? I don't care. I'm too tired, stressed, and busy dealing with work crap to care about whom you are playing Hide The Cannoli with.

Songs of Innocence and Experience tonight. That's a contrasting pair of posts...