Yes, it’s been far too long. I got a yucky sinus/respiratory infection, and was out of it for the better part of the week waiting for the first round of antibiotics to work. They didn’t, I got worse, and two visits to the doctor later + one Z-pak, I’m feelin’ fine. I still sound like a 1-900 operator, but that has its perks.
I turned 34 today. It was pretty anti-climactic, as all birthdays beyond 21 have been. I worked all day, felt annoyed for most of the day, and got into an argument with someone within Association for Accounting Marketing about starting a local chapter here. I love it when people from outside of the state tell me all about the accounting firms within the state. Hello, I live here - and work in the industry. I’m, uh, familiar with the way things work around here.
Speaking of which, we now have some clients in Northern Virginia, and Jennifer and I both agree that it is very, very refreshing. Richmond is incestuous within the business community. Everyone knows everyone. It gets old after a while. It also has major benefits. It’s nice, however, to work with clients who don’t know the same people we do, and have no preconceived notions of who we are, or who we aren’t. The billing rates are nice, too.
Lily is doing fine, but killing my mother while we wait for Barony to have an opening for her. She poops in her diaper during naptime, removes it, and usually ends up splattering her bed with tidbits of excrement, all the while screeching happily, “Grammy/Mommy, I made a BIG poochie!” It’s disgusting and really, really irritating. I wish she’d screech BEFORE she pooped so I could put her on the toilet, but so far no luck. She is totally potty-trainable in terms of her maturity, speech, and understanding of the concept - it’s her iron-clad will that is keeping her from doing it. I wonder where that came from.
In a couple of weeks, Mike and the girls and I will descend on Aunt Dana and Uncle Richard and meet up with the Savage family at the Asheboro Zoo. I am so excited I can hardly stand it. We don’t get out much, so therefore, it doesn’t take much to thrill us. I haven’t seen Susan and Eddie and Jenna in a hundred million years, and I’ve yet to meet Colin, so that’s pretty exciting too.
My big brother Steve is here from Michigan, laying tile in both of our upstairs bathrooms and generally helping us out a ton with our big bathroom remodel (thank you tax return). I am hoping my few good connections down here will help convince him to move here permanently. The more family, the better. Good lord, did I just say that?
Today I realized that we really need a vacation. With the exception of one night away before Arden was born, Mike and I have not taken a vacation since we went skiing in Colorado. That was when I found out I was pregnant with Lily. I need 7-10 days off. No email, no telephone, no work. I feel fried and crispy, but we’ve got a lot of work product to shove out the door before the end of the summer. Thankfully Sara has been helping us out. She’s a project manager above all project managers, and every day, Jennifer and I thank the lord above for her presence. She has saved our sanity and maybe one of these days she’ll make some money with her own company - I don’t doubt she’ll be extremely successful if she puts her mind to it. If anyone needs a professional organizer, she’s the one to straighten you up.
