Friday, April 28, 2006

I just don't know...

On Wednesday night, I had a co-worker and her family over for dinner. The purpose of this visit wasn't just a social one. You see, I, in a moment of sheer craziness, agreed to watch her 2 kids for 4 nights while she and her husband go on a cruise to Mexico. And we wanted to see how her kids would deal with staying in a new environment.

I don't know what I was thinking! Her daughter is 2 and a half. And she has a 9 month old son who just learned to crawl...Anyhow, at the dinner I made salmon cakes, steamed asparagus and couscous- which was delicious if I do say so myself. The evening, however quickly turned into one of mayhem. Yes. Mayhem. Ethan was chasing around Bella. Bella was jumping all over us grown ups. Causing Ethan to try and do the same. Jordan was busy trying to crawl and get into things until Ethan (who can't really jump yet) decided that Jordan's head would make a really good step stool. It was fun. But crazy exhausting- and that was with the ratio of one adult to every kid. I just am not sure what I'm gonna do next week.

I figure I'll be late to work every day next week since I have to drop 3 kids off at 3 different places for daycare. I'll probably be twitching a lot and possible falling asleep at my desk. We'll see.

I keep telling her I'm not too worried...And I'm not worried, but I AM convinced I'm crazy. All sorts of crazy....

Tuesday, April 25, 2006


Ok. I just realized that the term 'daywalker' is what they call vampires in some movie. The name of this blog DOES NOT have anything to do with that.

Some guy I work with watches a lot of South Park. Apparently there's an episode that involves red heads and how they're going to take over the world or something like that. Well, there are the red heads with pale skin that can't go outside during the day because of the sun...and then there are the daywalkers. They're the ones that in spite of their red hair and pale skin and freckles- can go outside. That's me. Ever since that episode I've been called "Daywalker". But I'll let you in on a little secret...I dye my hair red. So there.

Dawn of the Daywalker

So I've gone and done it. I'm no longer a perpetual "lurker". Now I have my own blog. Who knows? Maybe someday I'll have some lurkers of my very own! I don't really know what I'll be writing about here. I do know that my friends get overloaded with stories about my son- so this should be a good outlet for that. Especially since these stories? They're not always cute or amusing or even good- that is, unless your his mother.

Chances are? I'll end up talking about the green glittery poop my son had because he ate a bunch of the finger paint he was using at day care before the people had a chance to stop him. Or how he isn't particularly a fan of meat, but he still takes bites of it, chews it up, and pushes it out of his mouth with his tongue. I don't know. You'd probably laugh if you actually saw it... maybe not.

So about me? In case you haven't figured it out, I am indeed, a mom. I'm not just a 'regular' mom. I'm a single mom. A single mom who is in the military (but more on that later). AND it turns out? I'm one of those moms that I always swore I wouldn't be. I talk constantly about my kid. His name is Ethan, by the way. He's 13 months old. I find it very hard to leave him at daycare on the week days, and even harder to leave him with a sitter on the weekends so I can have a life outside of motherhood. I actually am not sure how I have any friends due to the fact that I can't carry on an adult conversation anymore.

So the military. I'm in the Air Force. It's ok. But I'm not kidding- I know EXACTLY how long I have left of my 4 year enlistment (593 days). I can hardly wait. And all the crap going on the middle east worries me. The thought of leaving Ethan with my parents for 8 months makes me want to throw up. Not the part about my parents watching him- the part about me leaving him.
My official job title in the Force is "Engineering Apprentice". This often leads people to believe that I do engineering type work. If you thought that you would be wrong. VERY wrong. I actually end up being the copy b#@*&. It's like I work at Kinkos. Only I don't get to wear the cool aprons and they force me to work out (which I'm fairly certain, Kinkos doesn't).