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Plan B and other miscellany

No, this post isn't about some obscure Medicare coverage fine print...it is in fact an option my husband is only beginning to realize is fast fading as an option - the possibility of me returning to work anytime soon. To be fair, the option is always there if I need to get back into the workforce, I will do what I need to, but I guess it was enlightening for my husband when I explained how absolutely uninterested in work I am right now.

Case in point, today was a beautiful 78F outside, there was a slight breeze blowing and baby Liam and I were on the neighbor's bench in the shade of their oak tree around mid-day. Liam was leaning on me happily munching on his cheerios and I was eating my yogurt. What can I say, it's days like these that I am quite content to lead my stay-at-home life.

This life however is not conducive to writing a scintillating blog, for that I need to actually lead an interesting life (or at least have friends who do). The most exciting thing for me this week was a visit to the library where I could have sworn I heard a mom tell her daughter, "Pickles, we leave in about 5 minutes". Having nothing better to do, I've been racking my brain wondering if I really heard a mom call her daughter "Pickles" and what rhymes with "Pickles". But then, perhaps I shouldn't cast stones about, after all I am the one who nicknamed my sons "Bingy" and "Boogie".

Separately, I went on a visit to a daycare center (not planning for placement anytime soon mind you, but for late next year), and got the application form to be wait-listed. I guess it is a testament to our times that the traditional Mother, Father section of the form was replaced with "Mother" Parent and "Father" Parent, and yes, those two words were in quotes. Interesting times indeed. And while I am on the interesting topic, if I led a more thrilling life I wouldn't have to have words like "miscellany" in my blog title.

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G said…
WHAT!?! I thought we were just trying this out for a few months!!! :)

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