Wednesday, January 25, 2012

A Woman in her Thirties Thinks Positive

One of my New Year's Resolutions was to be more positive. I have a tendency to think of the glass as half empty, particularly when it comes to myself, and I have realized that no one likes a woman in her thirties who's always waiting for the next shoe to drop. It's been hard, especially lately, but I'm working on it. Here goes:

Instead of: I missed my baby so much last weekend when I was away with the girls that I thought my heart was going to implode inside my chest
I'll say: Daddy did a great job, and sent me pictures like this to keep me company:
Instead of: The service at the place we stayed was so painfully slow I was tempted to give the staff an impromptu course on basic customer service
I'll say: My prenatal massage was amazing, the food was incredible, and time spent on the balcony with a glass of 'wine' and a book is always perfect
Instead of: My flight back to Pleasantville through Chicago was delayed due to weather and I spent the majority of Sunday trying to figure out how to get home.
I'll say: United was kind enough to switch my ticket to Delta so I could fly through LA and get home to my Bubbie.

Instead of: I missed that flight because Delta couldn't see the ticket issued to me, and United assured me that it had in fact been issued.
I'll say: NOTHING. I HATE ALL OF YOU INVOLVED IN THAT NIGHTMARE, FOREVER AND EVER, AMEN.

Instead of: I cried my face off when my next flight through Phoenix was delayed, and I spent the next several hours wondering when--if ever-- I was going to get back to P-Ville.
I'll say: I have an amazing mother-in-law who assured me she'd stay with AB as long as it took me to get home.

Instead of: I had one minute to run 30 gates to make my connecting flight in Phoenix. My blood pressure has never been higher.
I'll say: You know those guys who drive golf carts around the airport? If I hadn't been picked up in one I'd still be in Phoenix, a sobbing mess on the terminal floor. I made my flight with-- literally-- seconds to spare.

Instead of: I'm never traveling again. Ever.
I'll say: It's always worth it to spend time with my girls. Always. But it sure was great to finally get home to this beautiful face:

Friday, January 20, 2012

A Woman in her Thirties Gets Away

There was a time in the not-so-distant past, when preparing for a trip took a total of twenty minutes. Weekend in Hong Kong? Meet you at the airport. Impromptu trip to Tahoe? I'll drive. The majority of the time I devoted to trip-planning was spent grumbling about my lack of things to wear while I did the laundry.

Now, things are different. I'm getting ready for a MUCH anticipated girls' weekend in California, and the last three days have consisted of meal planning:
Schedule making:And rice-cooker instruction-leaving:Now before anyone gets all judge-y, keep in mind that I consider L a perfectly capable and wonderful father. What he is not, always, is in the same country and AB and me. And a happy weekend for L, means a happy weekend for me.

Because that's what this weekend is all about, right? A happy weekend...

Then can someone please tell me why I keep welling up with tears when I think about leaving this face:
Oh, and did I mention this face:How about this face:A woman in her thirties gets away, because she needs to. I've just never had this much cuteness to leave behind.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

A Woman in her Thirties is... Oh Boy

Last time, I had a feeling. And that feeling was wrong.

This time I also had a feeling, but a woman in her thirties learns from her previous mistakes and keeps those feelings to herself. But today, there was confirmation.

Meet Yoda, my sweet little baby boy:

So excited to meet you, we are.

Saturday, January 7, 2012

A Woman in her Thirties Goes Blue

L, his entire immediate family, and 99% (slight exaggeration) of his extended family went to the University of Michigan.

For the past nine years, it's been a source of amusement for me to watch the C family devote their lives to the U of M sports. I'm not just talking about a few Saturday afternoon games-- L's parents went to Hawaii this Thanksgiving just to watch the Wolverines play basketball. Apparently, the beaches and perfect weather were just an ancillary benefit.

It's not that I don't appreciate this devotion to one's alma mater, it's just that I don't understand it. I chose my college(s) based on lots of things, but the ability to sell out a football stadium was not one of them. Did the Hornets have a football team? A woman in her thirties should know that, I guess. What I do remember about college mostly revolves around Woodlake, Stingers, and polar bears.

When we went to Ann Arbor over the holiday for L's cousin's wedding, I had myself an educational experience. Ann Arbor is a true college town-- much like Chico without the hillbillies (sorry). The school colors are MAIZE and blue, not yellow and blue. And this theater is where L's parents went on their first date, to see Alfred Hitchock's "The Birds". Romantic? Mais oui.


It's hard for me to walk down the street of a college town and not wish I'd done some things differently in my own college days. A woman in her thirties can fall into that trap a lot-- the 'what if' rabbit hole. But then it occurred to me that all my choices, some good and some really, really stoopid, led me here, to this moment. Where I am truly happy. So the most important thing I came to understand is that while I might have my own ideas about where I want my baby to go to college (Stanford. Full ride.), and L's family might have theirs, at the end of the day, it will be up to Anna to make the experience what she wants it to be.

But a little maize and blue can't hurt.

Monday, January 2, 2012

A Woman in her Thirties Dreams of a Brown Christmas

A sadness descended upon Pleasantville this Christmas. People around here walked around confused and unsure of what to do. Normally, Christmas looks like this:But this year, Christmas looked like this:Notice the difference? NOTICE THE INCREDIBLE DIFFERENCE??

Now don't get me wrong. I love it here. I really do. There are a lot of wonderful things about living in Pleasantville, things that I value even more now that I'm a woman in her thirties who is a wife and mother.

The winter, however, is not one of them.

Not having a white Christmas in Minnesota is like not having sunshine in California in the summer. You would think that the people here had been told there was no Santa, that's how depressed the weather people were all week when they had to report that there would be no snow before the holidays. It was like people had forgotten we had 17 inches of snow by this time last year, AND P.S. I HAD A NEWBORN AND THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO LOSE MY MIND.

So it wasn't just Anna who made out like a bandit this Christmas:
Mom was pretty happy about the way things turned out, too. A woman in her thirties takes her blessings where she can get them, and this year they came in the form of books, boots, and a brown, merry Christmas.