Babies

Yeah! My two year old is finally potty trained. I'm all done with diapers unless I feel inclined to help a friend. I've been changing diapers for the last 5-1/2 years. We are going through a baby boom with our friends, so diapers will be around for a while yet. But my husband and I are done. We've got two beautiful, intelligent kids and have plenty of love to go around. The only disadvantage we have is that we are exploring unknown territory. My son is the first to go to Kindergarten and all the problems we've had with that. Which have prompted me to reevaluate my need for a career and children. I feel this horrible responsibility that maybe my son wouldn't be having these problems if I'd stayed home with him. I know though that we would have potentially had worse problems. See my son is an intervert and I forced him into a social position by sending him to daycare. But whether it was then or now, he would still have to cope with social situations. My daughter on the other hand is more middle of the road like me. Neither intervert or extrovert, but floating comfortably in the middle. Content to be with people or without. My babies are growing so fast.

As yes, unknown territory, lying children, whiney children, crabby children, cussying children. At least, they aren't teenagers yet.

Good days ahead. So because I'm not a tax person (I'm in audit), my busy season is dying down. Right now I'm at a client that has little to no pressure. The client's that were hanging over my head are done. I feel all in all good. So I was in a good mood today. I had a doctor's appointment at around 3, so I left work around 1:45 and went and picked my 5 year old up from Kindergarten early. My son and I don't get the time together like we did before his sister was born. She's very possessive of me and when I'm home and trying to talk to my son, she's there. So I figured pick him up and drag him along for the trip. He was good at the doctor's office for a 5 year old and after we went to the Art Museum. I'm not just saying this, but my boy is good at Art. He's creative and is truly talented (confirmed by people who are not Grandma). Instead of pausing and looking at each piece of art, I let my son drag me around the museum at break neck speed. We saw a good chunk of the 3 story museum in the 45 minutes we were there. He really liked the mideval display with armor and swords. He'd had a good day at school so we went out to eat (all of us) at his choice, Burger King and then some frozen custard. All in all a good day. The doctor also let me know that I don't have to take a medicine that causes me to be drowsy well into the next day to cure my daily headaches. That we have several options that all need blood tests drawn after a month to make sure it's not doing more damage than good (sounds great). We'll see.

Since everyone else I know has a blog, I thought why not. Unfortunately, given my job of being a CPA, I don't really have that much time right now. So far this week I've worked like crazy to try to finish the report for our client. In the meantime, I'm trying to be a parent to my children. Well...the report is almost done. That's where the oxymoron of work-life balance comes in. It's all well and good on paper, but it really doesn't exist when it comes to "busy season" at an accounting firm. Minimum 55 hour workweeks and every client has a strict deadline. Regardless the pay is good and the work is interesting. I'm behind on reading my e-mail. When I'm home I'm too tired to help with much of anything. It's Sunday and I should probably be working, but instead I set up a play date for my son, helped clean the house before he came over, went to a birthday party for my nephew, and now I'm writing on a blog waiting to watch the oscars. My husband has been great considering everything.