Is That a Good Choice or Bad Choice?

I've heard Layla's drop-in day care provider at the Y ask her that more than once. It usually comes about when Layla is about to go down the mini slide head first. When Ms. Lynn asks Layla that question she usually doesn't respond but also does not proceed to slide down head first.

So, I've decided to give the question a try when Layla is about to be naughty. Inevitably her answer to me is "good choice" and she goes on her merry way (unless I try some other equally ineffective method to moderate her behavior.)

Even more annoying, Layla has now taken to throwing the question back in my face. When I turned off the TV at the end of Sesame Street, an action she apparently didn't like, out comes "was that a good choice or a bad choice, mommy?". And worse: when I was abouto to steal a bite of her mac and cheese, she looks me straight in the eye and asks "is that a good choice or bad choice?". It was a bad choice, kid. But it sure tasted good.

A Sign?

Today while I was wholeheartedly embracing the "Happy Housewife" side of me I totally forgot about a CLE that I signed up for (and paid $70 for). It was on a topic I actually care about -- Unauthorized Practice of Law. I can't get my money back and there's no other time for me to view it so I can't get the CLE credit (or learn any useful tidbits) either. I'm totally pissed at myself. It didn't help that at the same time I realized I was screwed with this CLE I also realized I got the banana bread stuck in the pan. So I failed both at being a housewife AND at being a lawyer. Well, I wouldn't say I failed at being a housewife -- the banana bread still tastes pretty darn good.

Anywho, as Carrie Bradshaw would say, I can't help but wonder... if this was a sign. Should I not be trying to balance lawyerdom (which truthfully for me is a bunch of volunteer stuff coupled with the annoyance of having to keep up my state bar license) with being a Mom? It's nice that I have the choice and honestly I love that I have the outlet of the immigration work I'm doing. Maybe it's not a sign that I should quit. Maybe it's just a friendly (and expensive) reminder that my family and home are my priority right now.

Facebook

This person I only sort of know (she was a medical assistant with Eric during his residency -- I think I had margaritas with her once or twice, but I'm not sure), but who I am friends with on Facebook just posted this as her status:

WELCOME TO FACEBOOK The place where people add you as a friend and walk past you in the street. Where relationships are perfect, liars believe they are telling the truth, ...your enemies visit your profile the most, yet your friends & family block you. and even though you write what you are really thinking, someone always takes it the wrong way and people think your status is about them.....repost if you agree

I'm not going to repost, but I have to ashamedly admit I agree. At least with part of it. The first sentence to be exact: "The place where people add you as a friend and walk past you in the street." Yesterday I was driving through Point on my way home. I look over and realize I'm driving next to Trina and Jim. Trina was one of my best friends through junior high and we stayed friends through high school (though admittedly our friendship suffered when she started dating Jim; I wasn't a fan). My first instinct was to yell "Hey" to them via our open window. Then I freaked out and tried to avoid getting stuck at a stop light next to them. I'm such a freak.

Notes to Self

-It may be worth paying the extra $1 for a HALF of watermelon instead of buying the full watermelon for $1 less than the half of watermelon and throwing half of it away.

-Never leave my keys sitting out. Layla will play with them. And put them in her mouth like I do when I am trying to carry too many things in from the car. And set off the car alarm.

I've got nothing.

Seriously. I've had a pretty busy life lately, but I can't think of anything I want to write about. Hopefully posting this stupid little post will break my writers blocks. In the mean time I'll go back to breaking more blocks on Angry Birds.

Eggs

In the past week I've been a bit obsessed with fried eggs. This is b/c I really need to go grocery shopping (another symptom of my sabotaging myself with "distractions" from my previous post). I've also realized that I can by a whole carton of 12 eggs for the prize of one Chobani. Anyway, through this obsession, I've realized that I've never made a fried egg before (at least not that I can remember). It's amazing to me how delicate eggs are -- not just the yolk -- the white part too. But also how durable they are. I haven't managed to all out puncture a yolk yet. Now I just need to figure out the fine line between over easy and over hard...and all the other crazy names for fried egg types!

Easily Distracted (and Discouraged)

I have a problem. There are 54 days until Andrea and Mike's wedding (thanks to Macy's registry for the exact calculation!)and I'm pretty sure my dress doesn't fit. Its a long and complicated story -- the dress is from JCrew, its the biggest size available and I think it's close to fitting. It has a side zipper though. So, if it's tight, it's pretty much impossible to zip up yourself. And I'm too embarrassed to have someone (especially my mom or Eric) help me with it b/c it should fit.

To be honest, that's not the real problem though. The real problem is that I am easily distracted (and, more importantly, discouraged) from the only consistent battle in my life -- controlling my weight. I have been working on my health for the past year. I finally have a good routine at the Y -- one where I need to go at least twice a week or I start feeling down and wish I could exercise. Who knew that could happen?? And I was going good on Weight Watchers until the middle of June.

But life kept getting on the way and I wouldn't concentrate on it enough -- summer is difficult for that. But I think the thing that really stalled me was that stupid HAT score I wrote about last month. It gave me an excuse that what I was doing didn't matter. That coupled with all of the trips, parties and other excuses. But I honestly believe that I would have strategized more to get through the distractions if I wasn't also discouraged.

I really need to get over it and get my ass in gear. I don't have any other option.