Sometimes I wonder if I am just batshit insane. I never seem to take on things one at a time. I sort of jump in and swim around until my fingers get all pruney and then wonder how it all happened. Perhaps you need a little window into the last year to understand the nuttiness:
*Taught graduate school five states away from my home (necessitating a 6 hour drive twice a week and many lonely hours in a Doubletree Hotel).
*Got married (smack dab of aforementioned teaching position)
*Traveled to Ireland twice (where I drank my bodyweight in cider...oh Bulmers...How I love thee)
*Was bitten by a 200 lb dog and hospitalized after which I discovered that we were expecting...joy, rapture! What a way to start off a pregnancy!
*Discovered that my job, for which I have two master's degrees, has dried up. But then I realized that I sort of hate it anyway. Oh shit.
*Found that my sweetheart had lost his job in the worst market we've ever seen. But now we have Cobra, so that's pretty great.
*Have a serious mold problem in our house and some rot in a poorly designed portion of our roof...and wish that I knew nothing about buildings and their ability to fall apart. Damn you master's degree!
*Did I mention that we're having a baby and that we're very excited?
Right, so, that was a brief recap, just to catch you up to what brings me to this blog at this particular juncture. I truly believe that you cannot go through all these things all by yourself. Ergo, I will be dragging you into it with me. Welcome to the mire!
