07/03/2010

Apparently I need to have a job to blog regularly. Well that’s not happening anytime soon. I’m far too busy enjoying the summer with my family. The bills are slowing increasing, but are not yet at an amount we can’t handle. I happen to like being unemployed, and having a partner who hardly works. We have no money, but we have free time, and all the love in the world.

Seven years ago when I graduated college I had a $20K debt, 90% student loans. Certainly not a lot by today’s standards, but not an amount I was comfortable with. I worked my ass off and paid it off. Now, my our debt is around $5k. You know what? I’m okay with that. I’m ok with not being able to take lavish vacations, because we are still able to take mini road trips, and day trips. So far this summer we’ve been wine tasting in Long Island, picnicking in Governors Island, beach-bumming in the Hamptons, swimming in Albany, and other activities I can’t think of at the moment. We’ve done most of these during the weekdays, when it’s less crowded, and all of these with the baby in tow. Eventually there will be a job. I know this can’t go on. But for now I’m just enjoying my lazy days.

Freedom

So much for attempting to write daily. My four day weekend happened and I was much too busy to blog about the things making me busy. I’m at work at the moment, with nothing to do. My last day at this temp job is tomorrow and honestly, I’m happy for the time off. More than anything, I value my freedom.

This past weekend FH and I drove three hours north, to my old college town, home of a former college roomate and dear friend. She has a daughter who is three weeks younger than my son. At some point driving up I looked over to FH and to my son napping in the back seat and said, “I love our life together.”

And I really do. We are so fortunate to have found each other. We are not the same people, by far. But we balance each other out, and we share a passion for living life. We don’t have the money to spend on lavish vacations but we are able to take small trips and to make the most of all that New York City has to offer.

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Been also thinking about work. It wouldn’t be the worst thing to get another temporary gig. That way I could earn a bit, then have time off after it’s over. In doing so I can get exposure to other industries, which could be a step closer to figuring out what I want to do with myself. When I grow up.

Party in the potty, in the potty!

Yesterday I imported all of my previous blog’s posts into this blog. I can’t believe how easy it was, especially since my previous blog wasn’t on WordPress. It even imported all the tags (called categories here) and comments! I’m officially a fan of WordPress.

Today is day three of my attempt to blog daily. So far, so good, although I’m not sure if I’ll be as successful going forward. I have the next four days off, and I blog mainly at work. FH doesn’t know about this blog. Yet. I have managed to keep it semi-private. A few random friends know about it, but for the most part, it’s anonymous.

This morning, my son pooped in the potty. You can read about my views on early potty training here. We have been putting him on the potty once a day (while one of us is on the toilet ourselves) for the past two weeks. He’s been peeing in the potty once a day for the past 2 weeks. Today was the first time he went number 2. At some point soon (tomorrow?), FH and I will start putting him on a few times a day, and hopefully he’ll start getting used to eliminating in the potty and not in his diaper.

Let me just emphasize that we are in no way forcing him. He gets a big hug and lots of kisses if he goes in the potty, but if he doesn’t, it’s not a big deal. We are using the same training method that would be done on an older child, just at a younger age. He is still in disposable diapers. We would love to switch to cloth, but we don’t have access to a washer/dryer so that makes it difficult. This is our humble attempt to reduce the number of diapers that end up in landfills.

I am so proud of my little man. And I am thrilled to have a partner by my side who shares my views. Since FH takes care of Z while I’m at work, it’s important that he’s on board with this whole early potty training exercise. I love that he’s open to every unconventional idea I throw at him.

Next up, the bottle vs. sippy cup debate.