Today I worked at my “hobby job” (at a bookstore) for the first time since a week or two before Mason was born. It was so good to be back! I can only work half days on the weekends right now due to my pumping schedule (if I worked nights or full day shifts, I would have to go WAAY too long without pumping) but I made sure to put myself on the schedule for a few short upcoming shifts in August in September. It’s not worth the gas even to drive there for a four hour paycheck, but I’m doing it for the money at all. Being there amongst all of those glorious books makes me so happy. I left with a long list of books to be added to my library reserve list. And very full boobs.
All of the main roads in the town I work in are under major construction. Main Street, the street I work my FT job on, and the two other busiest streets in town are totally torn up, down to one lane, have guys holding “Slow/Stop” signs during the week, and are just a huge pain to travel down. The stop lights are out of wack so on the way home, I sat for nearly 5 minutes (no exaggeration) at a light with ZERO traffic going the other way. It normally takes about 5 minutes to get across town and now it takes closer to 20… if you’re lucky. I can’t wait for the construction to be done, but it’s probably only 1/3 of the way there right now. Grandma J is coming over so I can take a nap.
I wanted to go see some fireworks tonight, but SuperDad is out mowing the lawn and has been sick all week, so I’m guessing he’s next in line for a nap. I made the mistake of thinking I should try to sleep through the night (and skip pumping) and thus, slept like crap from 4:30 on because I was uncomfortable. I do this every 2-3 weeks. You’d think I’d learn that it’s easier to just get up and pump for twenty minutes than it is to toss and turn for three hours. Kind of like how I’ll never learn that hitting Snooze in the morning guarantees me I’ll be more tired and not less. Hmph.
There is a new dog park that just opened close by. I’m hoping that if SuperDad is not up for fireworks (since they are half an hour away) that maybe he’ll be up fora quick trip to the dog park. The dogs would love some extra attention – they’re so confused why we have guests nearly every weekend and all the guests ignore them. Poor hounds.
So Grandma J just showed up and I walked into Mason’s room and he’s sound asleep. He was up and playing 5 minutes ago. That just figures. She wanted to know how long he would sleep. I don’t think she liked my answer – “Could be 5 minutes, could be 2 hours!” Maybe I will go lay down right now… that usually guarantees he wakes up!
How is that for random?? Have a great weekend everyone!