My life now

My life is a far cry from what it was four years ago. I have have a child. I have a new position at work. I have no time. All in all, it's pretty good. What is it now?

Kathleen at nearly 2 3/4 years old gives George Jetson a run for his money for all the button pushing she does, and whining has become the primary form of communication.She's a stubborn thing, too, but given that she has the major share of her mother's personality, she comes by it honestly. We're well into the terrible twos. She hasn't been terrible for all that, just two. She's as she should be which is pretty nearly perfect (no bias).

We finalized our plans to spend Boo's third birthday at Disney World this week.We haven't done Disney since our dating days. I can't wait for Epcot, my favorite if the Disney parks. Seeing through a three year old's eyes should be an experience. I hope it's a good one for her. She won't remember it, but the experience will become another small building block in what her life will be. And we will most certainly remember it.

That tingling I wrote about last time is still with me. It hasn't disappeared entirely, but it has gradually diminished now that I I stopped obsessing over it. The neurologist sent me for an MRI to rule out MS. I'll take the silence since as a no news is good news sort of thing. I'll find out more at my next appointment and the EMG.

In other fun health news, perimenopause has begun. Well, woo hoo. I'm certain I had a taste of it last year, but as of early this year it's kicked into high gear. Talk about wonky cycles. We're fortunate that we managed to become pregnant when we did. We had hoped for a child but any expectations were nil then. Both hope and expectations would be even lower now.

I'm a supervisor now. Who'd have ever thought it? I'm questioning the wisdom of the move. Our progam is still a poorly planned work in progess. I get to have people complain to me about how much they dislike a progam they have positively no obligation to use. If you get nothing from it, don't participate and let me focus on those who do. However much I want to say that, I shouldn't. I don't imagine it would be well accepted. Heaven knows I wouldn't accept it were I on the receiving end, not now. That perimenopause thing is turning me into my grandmother ... Heaven help us.