employee of the month

Hi, it's been awhile since I posted, so today, I'm catching up. With three posts in as many minutes.

Anyway, my husband, whom I love dearly, for many many many reasons, keeps winning the bleeping Employee of the Month award.

It appears everytime he changes his underwear, his company awards him Employee of the Month. But, actually, he changes it everyday, it just SEEMS like he wins an award all the bleeping time.

So, that's great, yeah? Job security, high self esteem and what not. Yes? Yes.

Except, I'm starting to get really, really jealous. Surprise!

Because, just as his career is beginning anew, with finishing law school on the horizon, he gets to leave his old career on a high note, with his employer thinking he's a veritable rock star and all. It's all peaches and cream. For him.

Then, there's me. Dressed in grown up clothes sometimes. Showered, sometimes. Makeup, sometimes. Nails, sometimes. Hair, sometimes. Everything all together at the same time? Never. And, if so, with stains. Green beans, milk, mococos (spanish euphemism), all kinds of delightfulness.

Gaby on the fifth season of Desperate Housewives sums it up quite well when she tries to explain the changes motherhood brings to her dear husband.

I have A LOT to say about all of this. And I'm reading a really really really good book about it called The Truth Behind the Mommy Wars, which explores women's identities and possibilities once they become mothers. Fascinating.

For the time being, I will just say this (because Isaac is awake and wanting to play), I decided I was Employee of the Month! I cleaned my garage so much that you can park TWO cars in it (photos and proof forthcoming). And, my neighbors and father-in-law noticed too!

So, for my EotM award, Dave gave me this:
, the fuzziest pillow in the world!