I don't even want to know how long it's been.

Uhhhhh.  Bullets?  That seems appropriate.

• I accepted a new position within the Very Large Corporation (VLC) and have spent the last couple weeks settling in, transitioning out of my old role and into the new.  It's kind of like shedding a skin.  I almost feel like I get a do-over, a clean slate.  Not that it was bad before, I'm just pretty excited about what I'm going to be involved in now.  VLC sponsors some very large events globally and I'm going to be helping with the planning and compliance within those large events.  Could I be more vague?  Aren't you excited for me?  Yet, don't really understand what the hell I'm talking about?  Me, too.  Either.  Whatever.

• The bummer of my new position is that it requires me to commute to a different location, a location that is not supported by the Bay Area ferry system, which means I have to driiiiive.  Arrrrrggg.  It's not terrible, per se, but I can see if getting old.  Quickly.  My lease is up at the end of July (has it really been almost a year?  REALLY?), so I'm considering living options.

• As you may have read on my little twitter blurbs over there --> Jack is going through Major Separation Anxiety (which I'm assured is totally normal for a 2 year old) (TWO?!) and has decided he is only going to be sleeping with me thankyouverymuch.  The alternative is that he cries until he throws up, will not calmed down.  I've tried so many things, and I'm starting to think that it might be time to move him into a big boy bed.  At least in that instance, I can lay down with him until he goes to sleep.  Mommy needs her space and the co-cleeping with a thrashing wildman just isn't very restful.  Just because his feet don't smell yet doesn't mean I particularly want them shoved up under my chin.

• Things with R are wonderful.  We are building such a good, solid, loving relationship and Jack just ADORES him.  When he's around, I am chopped liver.  Which means I am also able to do things like pee with the door closed.  WIN.

• R and I are going on an 18 mile backpacking trip this long weekend.  So far, I haven't let on that I'm terrified that I'm not strong enough to do it.  18 miles!  With a pack on!  I will probably die, so please know that I love you all.  If I do, by some miracle, make it back, I will throw some pictures your way.  I'll be the one on collapsed on the ground.

• Life, overall, is good.  There are tough things and hard days, but overall we're doing really well.

Comments

[Carmen]

Why the major separation anxiety? Did it suddenly happen? Has his doctor say anything about it?

[minnie]

my 2 yr old Jack is also seeming a bit clingier than before. He hides behind me when his dad gets home...