We kept our pest alive!
Some of you may remember how heartlessly Katherine
killed her resident rodent after it ate her chocolate
Well, Erick was much kinder to a mouse they found in the guitar shop garbage can:
He fed it trail mix, and then it hid in a pop tart wrapper. Then, at closing, he set it free by the dumpster outside.
Maybe part of the deal was that it was contained in the garbage can, unable to run around and wreack havoc at the shop.
For the record, they have used mousetraps at the shop in the past. This little guy is cute, though, isn't he?
I had a great idea yesterday, caused by my craving of chocolate chip cookies. I've been wanting to make some cookies for a few days, but have been restraining myself. I really need to lose that baby weight.
Well, yesterday, I couldn't hold out any longer. So instead of making all of the cookies in the batch, I made the dough and froze it in cookie-sized portions. I put waxed paper on a shelf in the freezer (after moving all of the various frozen stuff off of that shelf and stuffing it into all the other shelves), and put the dough balls on the paper. So now I have a gallon-size bag full of dough balls. So exciting!! (I know, I'm a dork)
When Erick came home, he discovered the cookie dough and ate about 10 of them. Then he said, "I don't feel so good."
As long as he doesn't eat them all, in theory, I can just make a couple of cookies at a time, and have cookies whenever I want. How is this going to help me lose weight? Not really sure. Anyway, it's a good idea.
Breaking the Chains
So I have been kind of ignoring the fact that I have to go back to work. I can't beleive how quickly these 11 weeks have gone by. My boss called today, wanting to discuss me returning to work, which he was thinking would happen NEXT WEEK. Sorry, my friend, I had a C-section, meaning I get two more precious weeks of getting paid for being at home.
My first month, they're going to let me telecommute. I can do all of the mind-numbing work from home, sitting in front of my computer, instead of sitting in front of a computer in a cubicle. Yay!
I could tell that my boss was anxious to have me back. I'm sure it's been hard distributing the work among the rest of my co-workers, and I'm sure some of the burden fell on him. The really frickin' lame thing is that nothing seems to have moved forward at all while I was gone. Okay, I've been out over 3 months, and the project that was wrapping up when I left (Going First Lot to Stock ANY DAY NOW! HURRY, HURRY, AND FINISH THE MANUAL!!!) is still going. It won't be done for another couple months. The other project has been delayed until June. So one might ask, what do they need me for? Good question.
I had pretty much made up my mind about leaving. I have talked to a friend of mine with a hair salon, and started making arrangements to have a station there. I could work a couple of evenings, and a few hours on the weekend. And I can work on my website businesses during the day. I'm starting to get excited about doing that, working for myself, not having someone looking over my shoulder, not having to go to work if there's nothing to do. Being with my baby during the day. Being able to do what I want to do. It won't be as easy as just showing up to an office and getting a paycheck, but I'll be FREE.
Talking to my boss today, I felt a little guilty. Here he is, thinking that I'm going to be back and his life will get easier, while I'm trying to figure out any way I can to leave. Well, sorry buddy. Family comes first.
I don't know. Maybe they'll let me keep working from home with reduced hours. Maybe I'll stay. Even though I hate it. But I'm not chaining myself to that cubicle ever again. I just can't.
That's Erick's name for this:
It's actually a Moby Wrap
, which just came in the mail today. It's a long peice of t-shirt like fabric, which you wrap around your body. It's so nice and cozy for Cary, and it's comfortable for me, since it uses both shoulders. Anyway, swahili invention or not, it helped her to stop crying tonight, which was great. Plus, it's orange.
Seriously, if you have an infant, this thing is great. I wish I had it sooner.