JOY: My day started out great. I had the computer & the laptop on and open to the same webpage. My hand on the mouse, ready to click "Add to Cart" the moment the item came available. My heart was pounding, my mind racing. Is my computer time set to the same as theirs? What if one of my page refreshes takes too long and I miss out? Am I sure I'm on the right page? I refresh the laptop and it takes a little longer than usual...but now there's the "Add to Cart" button on the laptop! I click on that and refresh the computer at the same time. I hope I'm not too late on the computer. I see the button I want and add to my cart. Yes! Success! I do a little happy dance, I'm super stoked. I'm so happy I almost forget I still have to take Cassidy to preschool. Her little voice cuts in "Shouldn't we go to school?" Oops, yes. And what is it that I'm so excited about? I registered at Hillcrest for skating! Oh yeah, we live large here. That's right, skating lessons at Hillcrest. When you need to register for anything at Hillcrest, you need to be at your computer at 9:00am exactly to click add to cart or forget about your class. It's full within seconds of coming online.
GUILT: I'm going back to work 4 days a week next year. I'm feeling great guilt over that. Maybe I should have waited another year and stayed at 3 days? Then Cassidy would be in full day K. Guilt, guilt, guilt. We've got a wonderful nanny this year but she's off travelling at the end of this school year. We're hoping to get into the daycare by our house which has before & after school care for the big girls and group daycare for 3-4 year olds. As lovely as it sounds I'm still feeling horribly guilty.
ANTICIPATION: So Dan isn't totally shooting down my idea to go to Vegas for our 40th birthdays!!!! I also want to go to Oregon with the kids in the summer, go to the Mariners vs. Blue Jays game AND also go to a Seahawks game in the fall. I'll have to pick and choose. But I'm super excited for now. That is until Dan says "You know, we can't afford a vacation this summer." I nod & mumble yes. But in my mind I'm all "Umm....no I don't know anything of the sort actually"
I really want to go back to here:
And here:
But this time there won't be anyone eating the sand:
Disclaimer: she's okay! It was nasty & yucky but she didn't swallow any sand.
