Why Monday's are evil

So last night Madison didn't sleep. AGAIN. I am talking up every 2 hours didn't sleep. Fine. She woke me up at 5:30 AM so I can pump and get the day started. Its great, for the first time in a long time- ok a couple of weeks Jared and I weren't running around like idiots trying to get out the door.


This morning, in the interest of comfort and ease I slipped on my cheap clogs which look like these nice expensive clogs.



I hit Riverside to catch the green line at 7, by 7:10 I am running for the T. Yes I take the T. Let me show you what the Green Line looks like.
Yeah it looks like shit. The trains are old and horrible. They are the worst trains in the system, they are constantly late, they smell and they need to get shut down and turned on fairly often- I wonder if they get the bluescreen of death. Stupid Greenline. I hate them. HATE THEM. So this morning i was running for the T. Up the stairs, onto the platform and onto the T. As I ran up the stairs onto the T. My shoe fell off. That has happened before. No big deal. The big deal was the DOORS CLOSED. I tried to move up to the front to stop the train from pulling away from the station but some fat guy was in my way. So we left Riverside and my shoe there on the track, and I was on the T with one shoe and my bright green 'i love sushi' sock displayed for the whole world to see. My first thought was fine. I hate these shoes, I can just go into Boston and get a new pair but there were several problems with this train of thought 1) we are poor 2) nothing will be open and 3) i still have to walk around with only one shoe on. I decided to be mature and I got off at the next stop- and had to walk across the tracks in the cold with one shoe. Fine. Unfortunately it was rush hour inbound so I had to wait in the cold with one shoe for 30 minutes until the next train showed up. Sigh. I get on the train- terrified that they wouldnt let me on with only one shoe. Luckily I dont think the driver noticed nor did anyone else on the train. It was 7:30 after all. As the train pulled into Riverside, it moved to the inbound track. THE TRAIN RAN OVER MY SHOE. MY SHOE WAS ON THE INBOUND TRACK. I decided that if the train had run over my shoe, I was going home and going to bed. Then I thought, "crap, what if I break the green line" really- look at that train- that is entirely possible. I decided that if I broke the green line I was going to go home and go to bed. I get off the train and have to wait til it pulls away. Lo and behold- there is my shoe. Fine. Sitting there, as ugly as always waiting for me. I suppose there is a moral in there somewhere but I am damned if I know what it is. All I know is that my shoe got run over and survived.

An introduction of sorts

God, I love the internet. I could spend hours upon hours on the internet reading random things. I have am on Facebook, Myspace (shudder, note to self- DELETE the myspace page), and Livejournal. Of all of these, which do I update the most- my Facebook- why? Because I need to only write a sentence- no pressure.

It's Sunday night, the Red Sox are playing the Rays. I have to say, even though I am a Boston fan who lives 10 minutes from Boston, I would love the Rays to win. Why? Two reasons, one because I feel sorry for the Rays. I have always been about hard luck stories who make good. Secondly, because of the misery a Red Sox loss will bring. Its a thing of beauty. Rather than watch the game with my husband- I decided to work on this blog. I have no idea where to start and if I will keep up with it, but we will see.

So lets see- I am 29 going on 30. We have a daughter- Madison- who is wonderful 95% of the time. Why not 100%? What kind of mother thinks that her kid isn't perfect? The type of mother who has a 9 month old who doesn't sleep through the night. I blame her father. I LOVE sleep, LOVE IT. Her father? Not so much- Madison HATES sleep. HATES it. We just had a 2 hour battle over her falling asleep. People tell me she will sleep someday. I think people lie.

I have my PhD in Biomedical Sciences- so does my husband- Jared. That's how we met. Really, it sounds more impressive than it is. Really, we have been in school since Kindergarten to get degrees that pay next to nothing for jobs that don't exist. But don't tell our parents, they think we are going to cure cancer and AIDS.

We got married last year in May- Madison was born in Jan- I defended my thesis in Sept and started my new job in Nov- Jared defended in Dec.- we moved in Dec. yeah it was a year. This year is a bit calmer- other than that lack of sleep thing. So obviously our lives changed a lot with the birth of our little girl- turns out I am a hippy. I make my own baby food, I breast feed, we sleep in a family bed (that is ending soon- its been ending soon for months now)- I just dont cloth diaper. Maybe next time!

So whats the purpose of this blog? Who knows. I guess I will find out.