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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....

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Handy Nanny

I don't know if you have happened upon Disney's cartoon Handy Manny, or not, but if you have, I have a quick observation.  He's full of crap.  For those of you who don't know, Manny is an hispanic cartoon character with a tool box full of talking tools.  They walk around town fixing whatever disaster is about to befall its citizens and bestowing upon the viewers handy advice such as "take turns."  But my point is this--I, too, would be "handy" if I had a box of talking, self-suficient tools.  The tools do all of the work.  Manny gets the name of the show.  Such a crock.

That said, I have completely come to understand how it is that retirees tend to lean toward the home repair to fill their days.  First, there is an abundance of projects that always need to be done.  Second, for the first time in one's life, there is an abundance of time in which to do said projects.  Third, it's just fun. 

One of the things I love most about the law is the problem-solving aspect.  Your client has a problem, you need to solve it.  It's very cool to work out solutions and to double-check your work.  Or maybe I am a dork.  Whatever.  The point is, home repair is the same thing.  For example, I have a tiny patch of dirt that runs along my driveway, next to my house.  The prior tenants had filled it with rocks and I didn't like it.  So I prepared it for flowers.  I was very excited to watch them grow and make my driveway the envy of all driveways.  Until, of course, the rains came.  There is a spot where the water rolls off of the roof and into the dirt.  As a result, my flowers were pushed all the way across the driveway by my occasional lake.  Not good.  I thought and I thought how to fix the problem, but the patch of dirt has just sat empty (there are, however, flowers sprouting from the cracks.  Yay).  Finally, yesterday, it popped into my head that I could make an actual pond for the water, and plant flowers around it.  So freaking simple!  I took an old bowl, dug a trench for it, and voila!  VERY excited.  Of course it rained and I excitedly ran outside to look.  Instant pond.  So easy and yet so much joy.

It's amazing how easily entertained we can be.  Particularly when one has no control over her life at the moment, controlling aspects of the house is heavenly.  Hey!  Maybe I should retire.  Then I can add golf to my daily activities.  Awesome.  If anyone feels like joining my retirement home, bring a sleeping bag and a hammer.  Talking hammers given priority.

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