Summer is never coming

So, it is now the first day of July and still summer has not hit Seattle. It is 58 and raining today. 58! On July 1!!! This is very, very wrong people. Especially since last year I was complaining about the heat wave. I bet this year I won't even get to break out the air conditioner.

In other news, life seems to be going much better. Jeff is being awfully nice these days which makes me happy to be married to him. We found a new babysitter and are now going out once a week. We are actually having a lot of fun together and it makes me remember why I married him in the first place.

Work is going well. I think it should be another good review in September. And as we all get shuffled around, looks like I'm going to be writing my own job description. So, I'll get to do exactly what I want to! How cool is that? Also, my friend Cheryl and I recently got back from Tech Ed in New Orleans. We had entirely too much fun. Lots and lots of guys (most of them not that attractive though).

And while I'm on the subject, what is up with all the married guys hitting on married women? I mean, yes everyone was drinking too much, but still. Is this really what is happening out in the real world and I've just been oblivious? Guess I'm just an old-fashioned kind of girl to be shocked by this. However, it is nice to know that if my husband drops dead or something, I'll have lots of options still.

Of course, it is almost the middle of summer, marked by my beautiful, baby boy's birthday. He'll be FIVE this year. I cannot believe that a) he's gotten so big and b) it has happened so fast. But at the same time I can hardly remember what life was like before he arrived! He's already riding a bike, learning to read and just generally making every day awesome.

I'm hoping 2010 will continue to rock so here's hoping we get some sun someday soon.

It is so freakin hot

OK, Seattle is usually a nice cool place even in the summer. But this week is crazy hot. It is 95 degrees on the second floor. After 9 years here, Jeff and I lowered ourselves to air conditioning. That's right, we're destroying the planet so that we can all sleep tonight. Unfortunately, Jeff did not appreciate me picking up the a/c unit from my parents, instead he was in ultra asshole mode. Admittedly he had a bad day. He was late getting home so he didn't get to put in the car seats, he had to take Bob to his swim lesson, he was putting in the carseats while Bob was swimming and Kiera locked herself in the car, Jeff called 911 but then he finally got Kiera to roll down the windows so he could get in. Then it was really hot in the house and he couldn't put the kids to bed until I got home at 9:30 with the a/c. But really, I think there are a) several points where Jeff could have headed off this disaster and b) no reason to blame me and be a total jerk. This is why marriage sometimes sucks ass. But I'm sure we'll all feel better in the morning after a good night's sleep in a nice cool room. And this is why marriage sometimes rocks.

Remodeling Sucks!

Ok, so after all this time waiting to do the remodel, now I hate it. I want it over and done with. I almost wish we'd never done it, except for the fact that it is going to be awesome when it is done. The house is so dirty, dusty and disgusting. Bleck. What is it with the contractors that they can't seem to keep things moving without regular phone calls reminding them that "hey! you should be at my house putting it back together!" fuckers.

Anyway, if Jeff and I don't get divorced or kill each other by the time the next 2 weeks is over, we should be good for the rest of time.

And random aside for the day. Some dude in the elevator commented on my purse. I figure he is either
a. Gay
b. Hitting on me
c. a Freak
I'd like to think b since he was kinda cute in a dorky sort of way but I suspect a or c due to my luck with men over time.

Also, it's my baby's birthday and if you want to hear her birth story I'm happy to tell it again for the 500th time!!! I never get tired of thinking about it. :)

Bah

I don't know what to blog about lately. There is just too much crap going on. You might think to yourself, how can that be a problem, then you should just blog more! But no, in my mind it presents the problem of figuring out what the most interesting/important thing is and then putting that up but since I can't even concentrate long enough to hold onto a thought, I just can't figure it out. So here is stream of conciousness.

Things suck right now because Jeff has been a cranky bitch lately and I'm tired of being around him, the house is a disgusting, dirty, ripped up mess due to construction, I can't cook because the kitchen is always a mess, I can barely stand to be at home and it isn't even relaxing to be there, work is super stressful, it is cold and rainy outside when i just want some freakin sun, i'm obsessing about things in the past which I'm sure has something to do with stuff going on now but I haven't been to therapy in a couple weeks so I haven't had a chance to get this off my mind, I'm not sleeping well due to all sort of reasons including being repeatedly woken up by the kids, the in-laws come next week which will probably make jeff even more cranky and I'm just not sure i can handle that right now. Sheesh.

On the bright side, we went to Palm Springs and it was fun. Running is going ok, my knees are hanging in there but still a bit twingy. And the space we are opening up in the house looks like it will be awesome when it is done. AND I get to go to NY in a couple weeks ALL BY MYSELF!

April Fools

Today is the 10th anniversary of my first date with Jeff. Jeff is being all sentimenal about it, which is very weird since I'm the one who usually wants to mark birthdays, anniversarys, etc and Jeff always gives me a hard time (this could be another blog post but lets just say that I like presents and I never get any!). I still remember our date pretty clearly. My big plan was to use him up and spit him back out. That didn't work out so well. I had a long history of dating the wrong sort of guy and Jeff wasn't any different. He had a semi-girlfriend 10 years ago but that didn't stop either one of us. Somehow we ended up getting serious, moving to Seattle, getting married and having kids. I thought getting married was going to solve all my problems. But turns out marriage is pretty freakin hard if you don't have your emotional houses in order. But today, we've been hanging out together for 10 years. He's still my best friend, so I figure we must be doing something right.

Don't look directly at the boobs

We went to see Role Models at work today (yes, I do have the best job ever) which was completely inappropriate but highly entertaining. In the movie, one of the guys gives the advice that you should never look directly at a girl's boobs. Now, you definitely do need to watch the lecherous staring but I think the casual glance is acceptable depending on the circumstances. For example, I spent years perfecting the "look at my boobs" move which involves leaning on a table just the right way to get the proper amount of cleavage. In fact, I've done it so much that I now do it all the time without thinking, although when effective it is still entertaining. However, I tried this move on my husband a few weeks ago at dinner and he just said "are you showing me your cleavage?" Sheesh. I really need to get some new moves. Anyone have any good ones to share with me?

going on a "date" with your husband

Somehow going on a date with your husband just doesn't have the same thrill as when you are single and dating some random person you barely know. Jeff always says that is just the way it is. And he's probably right. I mean there isn't the question of "does he like me?" (he obviously does) and there is no wondering "are we going to spend the night together?" (we already have five million times, not to mention he's seen me push two babies out, which probably really changes how you see someone). I have to say though, I kinda miss that rush you get. And maybe it's the whole thing. Your girlfriend would help you pick out an outfit, you'd shave your legs, pick out your best panties and bra, discuss at length how hot said guy is or isn't, rehash any of your previous dates, etc. And this is all the lead up to the date. You've had a ton of fun before you even get started!

Nowadays, I'm lucky if I remember to wear something a little nicer to work and put on some makeup.

BUT all that said, we did have a good time. We went to Harvest Vine which is a yummy little tapas place in Madison Valley. We sat down in the wine cellar where you can image you are in some little place in Europe. The food there is outstanding. It's pretty much all meat and cheese. And, of coarse, really good wines, all Spanish. My favorite dish we had last night was cured tuna with a soft poached egg and leaks with some kind of sauce. We ate it on their bread which is crazy good (although I was bummed they wouldn't give me any butter. What kind of rule is that anyway?).

Unfortunately Jeff was having a migraine so we didn't end up going out to Oliver's Twist after dinner which is a fun little place in our neighborhood that we like to go to on the rare occasion that we get out. They have really yummy desserts and fun cocktail concoctions. But we did have a nice time sitting on the couch and talking without being interrupted every 5 min. I fell asleep at 9:30 since I was up half the night before dealing with the kids. (Kiera needed her back rubbed since she has another cold and then Bob was kicking me in the back all night after he climbed in with us and I was too lazy to take him back to his room. ) I got to sleep for 10 hours without interruption! So, that is a real date from the land of married. It's still fun, but it sure is different.

The worst thing about being a new parent

By far, the worst thing about having a baby is sleep deprivation. There is a reason it is considered a form of torture! If you've ever been forced to survive on 4-6 hours of sleep at night in blocks of less than 3 hours, you'll know that you turn into a different person. I turn cranky and mean and say all sort of horrible things.

Luckily, with Kiera getting older by the minute and Bob over the not-sleeping-hump, I think I see some light at the end of the tunnel. I think I'm going to be a nice, patient, loving person again someday. I hope that my husband will still love me when that time finally arrives and he won't remember enough to hold against me. I know I've catalogued all sorts of offenses that he's committed but I no longer remember any of them so I won't have any ammunition if war breaks out.

The best part about the kids getting older is that I'm done breast-feeding and I at least feel like I'm getting closer to the person I was before kids. I actually want to have time for my husband again. I'm interested in something besides every last detail of my kids daily activities. I think we might actually be a real couple again someday soon, that is, if I can ever get some sleep!