I have this fantasy where I start an anonymous blog about motherhood that's sarcastic and wickedly funny. So many people read it that I am contacted by Oprah to appear on the show, and then I'm given an exclusive book deal, the proceeds of which pay off our new house and both kids' college funds.
Right now I'm trying to upload my past week on this blog while using mantra techniques under my breath to lull Eric into actually taking a nap, and watching him on the "Boo Cam" sitting on his knees in the crib and clapping his hands. I don't get why he won't sleep when he's tired. Because God knows, *I* need sleep when I'm tired. What I wouldn't give for 2 naps a day, 12 hours of sleep at night, and being pushed in a stroller everywhere. But I digress...
Since my computer is still broken, I now have a new rule in the house- whoever is on the computer does not get the t.v. remote. So right now John is catching up on his DVR recordings of Eli Stone, mostly because it's between play-off games (Damn Eagles- sorry Pete).
The heater is broken again. I walked into the nursery on Thursday and noticed it was incredibly cold. I look outside and see our heater once again looking like an industrial-sized freezer. When someone comes out to look at it, they claim they can't check it out until it gets over 40 degrees so they can put coolant in it. So they are coming out on Monday when the high should be around 39. Should be interesting. We've been on emergency heat off and on for three weeks now. What a lovely electric bill we will have this month.
When I called our landlord, I told him I thought there was something seriously wrong with the unit. He then claimed he "bought it new a year before we loved in," which would make it 2 years old. The person from the company claimed it was closer to nine years old. I'm just very grateful that our new house has a new heating/a.c. unit that's under warranty. I sometimes worry I'm not ready for the trials of home ownership.
As I'm looking up from my typing I see that Seal is apparently a guest star on Eli Stone. I met Seal when I was working at Charlottesville-Albemarle (International? haha) airport back in 1997. I know, how sad is my claim to fame right? I had the early morning shift, which meant I opened at 5:30am and had to drag my half-awake ass out of bed at 5am. The day before we had been told by the people at Continental airlines, our next door neighbors, that Seal was on their morning flight. This is one of the fun things airline employees apparently do- we type celebrity names into the computer and see if they have any frequent fliyer information. It's like "Stalking for Dummies." Apparently Laura Dern used Delta a lot (I worked for Com-air, a little commuter airline that was tied to Delta).
So the morning of Seal's departure I was the only person at our ticket counter. It was 5:40 in the bloody morning. My co-workers with seniority didn't come in until 9am, and the ones who were my age and shared my shift had been out partying until 2am and always came in a bit late. So I'm standing behind the counter, and Seal just comes up and stands there. I look up and he just smiles at me. I smile back, and we stand there like a couple of idiots for a few seconds until he says "hi." And I tell him that I think he's looking for Continental airlines, pointing to the next counter over. He's a flirty bastard, which is a compliment by the way... a charimatic guy. And how did I get here..? Oh yes, Eli Stone. I also heard it's being cancelled (Eli Stone, not Seal). Sucks to be John, I guess. I'm currently addicted to shows like House Hunters. John hates House Hunters. When it comes on, he slooches into the couch and makes this sound that's between a growl and a sad, high-pitched moan, which I find very cute and it makes me want to watch the show even more. Think he'll catch on? ;-)