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In the movie Lost in Translation there is a scene in which Bill Murray's character explains that, upon having your first child, "your life as you know it is gone...never to return." The movie has been one of my favorites for years. I just wish that I had known he meant my life.

In early 2010, I gave birth to the world's most perfect child. (Is there a parent who doesn't think his/her child is the world's most perfect?) In addition to being beautiful, he is brilliant and sweet and funny and hands-down the best thing that will ever happen to me. This kid is my entire world. I had somehow suspected through most of my life that he would be, which is why I fought very hard to have him. But about the post-childbirth apocalypse, I had absolutely no clue.

To say things have changed would be misleading. EVERYTHING has changed. Most of it has been good--some not so great--but everything is without a doubt different. And now the world changes once again. My little family and I find ourselves journeying from the big city to beautiful, calm Montana. Will the change be for the better? As with anything, the answer is sometimes "yes," sometimes "no," and always sought with massive quantities of hope. Come with me as I navigate the roads from fast-paced, big-city lawyer to Montana Momhood. Is there a line that can be walked? We'll see. But I can guarantee, at a minimum, it will be an adventurous road trip....

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Vacation Time

First, a giant thank you to all of you and your kind comments.  I love hearing from you so good, bad or indifferent--keep 'em coming!

Second, just imagine it--a white sandy beach...crystal blue waves lapping at the beach...bright yellow sun overhead...a guy named Armand who looks shockingy like George Clooney (or Giselle--I don't judge) bringing you booze all day long...Johnny Depp recreating the latest Pirates movie on a raft in the surf, simply for your enjoyment....

That's right--it's the world's second greatest vacation!  Why is it the second greatest?  Well, first, because it isn't going to actually happen.  Second, because the world's greatest vacation happens to be...wait for it...NAP TIME!  That's right, the most wonderful mini-cation (oh, I said it) is right in your own back yard.  Or front yard.  Or bedroom. 

Look, I love my kid.  I love spending time with him.  But, truthfully, I sort of suck at it.  By 9am I am completely exhausted.  And there are things that have to get done--bills to be paid (or properly ignored), showers to be taken (or properly ignored) and toilets to unclog (I don't recommend ignoring this one).  And this stuff only gets done during nap time.  Unless, of course, you are an ace at the art of walking with 30 pounds clinging to your right knee.  So is it really so wrong that I count down to nap time?  Is it a problem that, when he doesn't feel like napping, I weep along with him in solidarity?  Does this make me a bad person?

Don't answer that.  Just know that, like Dorothy, sometimes what you're looking for is right outside your own front door.  And right now what I'm looking for is my coffee and some time with ComEd.  I think this should also apply to Internet time at work.  Ahhhh, how desires change when you are an adult, or at least are pretending to be.  Happy travels, folks.  Happy travels.
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