Again! About nothing! Am on a ROLL.

***PEOPLE! Set your TiVos! Season 5 of Project Runway premieres TONIGHT! Life is again worth living!***

...and now back to our regularly scheduled blog...

Phillip didn't get home until ONE-THIRTY IN THE MORNING.

When he called, around nine-thirty, I could hear the hum of diligent little IT workers in the background. "Did I tell you what we're doing tonight?" he said.

"Yes," I said. "Transferring domains."

"Right. Well, we were just talking about how the other IT Widows don't even ask." (Except he didn't say "IT Widows", that's MY term.) "So and So's wife just tunes him out when he starts to explain what the project is. I said you probably didn't care either."

"EXCUSE ME?" I harrumphed. "I believe we had a VERY LONG CONVERSATION about EXACTLY WHAT YOU WERE GOING TO BE DOING TONIGHT."

"Oh, right-"

"AND I LISTENED TO THE ENTIRE THING."

"Yes, well-"

"AND I BELIEVE I EVEN UNDERSTOOD."

"Of course, but-"

"SO DON'T GO ALL "My wife doesn't care what I do!" ON ME BECAUSE PPPBBBBBTTTTTT!!!!!"

"As soon as I get off the phone I'll make sure everyone knows you're VERY INTERESTED."

"GOOD."

Anyway.

While Phillip was transferring domains and acting like his wife is some fluff-headed moron, I was taking your advice. I KNOW. Jennifer's comment about "period of confinement" really dug into me. In an annoying way, of course, because I absolutely cannot stand being confined or stuck or otherwise LEFT AT HOME ALL DAY LONG.

But you know how you feel sort of sick to your stomach when you haven't slept all night? That's what kept me from tagging along to the outdoor concert in the park. We stayed home and ate lunch and made cookies and somehow passed the time until it was time for the afternoon nap. Oh, and did I mention there was a morning nap as well? My darling boy took two fantastically long naps (which he's been doing lately anyway, but I felt sure that this was going to be the one day he battled me) and you know what I did while he was sleeping? I SLEPT TOO. I KNOW. HELL FROZE OVER.

So, huge surprise to me, I was not dead by dinnertime.

Phillip got home super late (see: ONE-THIRTY) and left for work early this morning. But! He's taking the afternoon off to go to a doctor's appointment with me. He used to go to ALL my appointments, but for this baby he hasn't even met my new doctor. Talk about NOT BEING INTERESTED IN WHAT YOUR SPOUSE IS DOING.

(Obviously I am somewhat hung up on a few things.)

But then he is working late Thursday too, which is his regularly scheduled monthly work-late-night. Sigh. I suppose I can manage.

Oh, which brings me to what I originally wanted to write about (EASILY DISTRACTED) which is: I Am A Big Fat Whiner. See, I have tons of help. Family, friends, a sister who lives ONE BLOCK AWAY and who is always up for being cajoled into playing with Jack so I can sit on my butt and read Entertainment Weekly. Who am I to be all "HURTS, TIRED, BORED, LIFE IS SOOOO HARD WAH WAH WAH"? I mean, shut up me. This is getting ridiculous.

And here you have the millionth idiot post in the place of something Substantial. I have an actual List of Things to Write About on my bulletin board above my desk (which is now located in Phillip's Cave the Office) but do I ever get to those highly interesting and thoughtful topics? NO! Because THIS is the stuff that spills out of my brain when I have ten minutes to type between shower and end-of-nap.

SORRY. (And don't expect it to get better, either. I think God gifted people like Arwen for the thoughtful stuff and people like me for the... uh... unorganized rants? Sigh. Have you people been to that site? Super cool! And good for me, because I am fairly certain I have not listened to one single homily (or, let's face it, paid any attention whatsoever) since Jack was born. And I am on the committee that EVALUATES LITURGIES. I swear. Every meeting I'm all, "Yeah, I wasn't really, ah, paying attention then..." I should totally be fired.)

Comments

[Jen]

I love reading your posts, even when you think they aren't interesting. You are one of my very favorites. I love Arwen too.

[Lindsay]

The only thing I can think of to make you feel better about being an IT widow is this: Do you know what it is like to live without an in house IT genius? We had a Tifaux built by my bro and just after we got addicted it died when the time zone change happened. We have lost him to Seattle and all its IT glory, so me and my husband are left to our own resources. In a recent Ipod problem my husband's response was to THROW A SHOE AT A WALL AND CURSE.
PS. Your posts are entertaining, and not mean spirited so I will always read no matterthe content.

[Sarah in Ottawa]

Bless you for writing fun, fluffy posts; it makes me feel that I am not alone. And you are hilarious! I adore Arwen's blog and the way she makes me think, but I enjoy the fact that you talk about how YOU think (and many people, me included, see themselves in that).

And don't feel too bad about the focus on the 'child-wrangling' during mass. Look at it this way - you are allowing other people to pay attention rather than be distracted by a fussy little guy (I am such an enabler!).

[Arwen]

Thoughtful, pfffffpht! Do you know how many times I've wished I could come up with Funny and Interesting on a daily basis the way you do? It seems like it is so easy for you to just write, and I am totally jealous of that.

P.S. Thanks for the link to our new site! It is pretty cool, isn't it?

[Amanda]

You have a way of making whatever you write about interesting - and I can usually relate to what you are talking about. Not being able to listen to a homily has become a way of life for me as well.

[HeatherK]

I could kiss you....I totally forgot PR started tonight!

[Jennifer (Et Tu?)]

I FORGOT TO RECORD PROJECT RUNWAY. I HATE MYSELF!!!!!

Actually, I hate our DVR. I thought of it like five times earlier this week, but it wouldn't let me see upcoming shows more than a day in advance. That is inexcusable. I'm suing for pain and suffering caused by PR withdrawal.

[Lisa]

I hate it when my husband says, "I don't know what Father's point what when he said such-and-such about the gospel reading today." And I'm all like, "He said what?" Because I didn't hear a word of the homily. I was the one wrestling the baby who wants to be on the floor crawling up to play with the pretty flowers near the altar. I was the one keeping her from screaming and drawing attention away from Father's muddled homily. But here's the kicker...even when he's the one holding/wrestling her during the homily, he still manages to hear/comprehend what is being said. I don't know how he does that.