Progress. Yes, it is considered progress that I only had to get up at 12:30 and 3:30 last night.
Inertia. Last night as we drove home from day care we passed the Golden Arches. LP called out "McDonald's. I like McDonald's!". Mind you, she has only eaten there once in her entire life - when the power went out and I took her there for dinner to kill some time. I guess day care indoctrinates kids about the...value? benefits? joy?...of fast food.
Time. This weekend two of my best friends from high school, KVV and Miss M, are coming to visit. Of course, considering 14 years have passed since we graduated Connetquot (go T-Birds!) times have really changed. Instead of three single chicks, we will be partying hardy with three husbands and five children between us.
First Impressions. As I type this I am having an IM conversation with one of my colleagues, Lance. It started out with my expressing some concern for my cube neighbor. Lance responded that "this isn't like you...[expressing] sympathy and empathy." He went on to comment that "motherhood is making me soft" and "Perhaps your crusty exterior is fading and the Mom side of you is becoming dominant." I am finding it so odd that his perception of me and my perception of myself are so divergent.