Movin' on Up

I'm moving. More importantly, I'm moving out of my childhood town. Yay. But I think I forgot how much of a pain moving is. Times 3. I admit that I have a lot of stuff, add that to the man's stuff, plus baby stuff (which seems to dominate every corner of the apartment). I have this strong urge to throw EVERYTHING out. I mean, I don't really need six coffee mugs, do I? And do I really need to keep all of this newborn stuff? It's not like I'm having another baby right now. But how do you pick and choose what to toss? I need the Hoarders crew to come clean and pack for me.

Or a good playlist and some really strong caffeine.

Super Jen, to the Rescue!

We watch entirely too much Super Why! in this house. Like 'I've seen every episode at very least twice and can say the lines before the characters do' too much. I also have the theme song stuck in my head 24/7. It makes me think that I need my own theme song. After all, I have super powers, right?

I mean, I only have to pack up my apartment, fix a couple of things, scrub it clean (on top of normal day-to-day cleaning), take care of the child (feed, diaper, nap, clothe, bathe, entertain), work from home, go into the office for at least a full day, errands, birthday gift shop... The list goes on and on and I'm sure I'm forgetting things. And did I mention that this is just the next two weeks? Ugh, I need a nap and some strong coffee.

Theme song coming soon...

Welcome back!

Not so much you, but me. I took a brief (year plus...) break from the written world. But I had very good reasons. There was the whole being pregnant thing immediately followed by the giving birth thing. Then of course, there was the raising a newborn thing.

Yes. The unexpected happened. I am a parent. There's something about seeing that goo-covered little human for the first time that sends you on an express jet to Holy-Crap-I'm-an-Adult ville. I'm not saying that I wasn't an adult before. I was just an adult who was able to make irresponsible decisions and go on last minute trips and drain my bank account. Now I'm an adult who is not only responsible for me, but also this little chubby, crawling, drooling, babbling man who just learned how to pick my nose. And no, I'm not talking about my boyfriend :-p

This entire blog is not just going to be parenthood and dull grown-up things (how exciting would a blog about paying bills and doing the dishes be?). It is going to be about life, and love and all of the things connected to it.

Love always,
Jen... the unexpected adult.