Day 77 (epiphanies)

Let's see, let's see... Today I learned that I want to be a Process Engineer. That's the job I mentioned yesterday, and eventually the penny dropped: it occurred to me today that maybe I should do a job search for other positions with the same title. Great news! Other companies also have roles called "Process Engineer" that sound very similar. OK, in the name of full disclosure, I found one other company with one role, but still, a nice break.

I was going to get more done today, but BSM has decided that he no longer wishes to sleep at daycare. It is too much fun to waste time sleeping, thank you. As has been going on for over a week now, he refused to nap at all in the morning, and for the second time, he fell asleep when I nursed him in the afternoon but woke up before making it to his crib. He was too excited waving at his teachers to keep his eyes closed. Cute little troublemaker, that kid.

Since this is two days running, and he slept from 4:30 pm-6:40 am yesterday (with a mother-imposed awake time from 5:30-6:00, which turned out to be entirely unnecessary), I opted to take him home immediately after nursing and let him cry himself to sleep. I folded after half an hour and laid down next to him in my bed and nursed him to sleep. Naturally, I fell asleep, too, and we woke up two hours later. BSM went to sleep at 8 pm tonight. Silly Bebby. I think tomorrow I'll bring him home in the morning for a nap and see what happens.

Thank G-d, his daycare providers are endlessly patient and tell me he's a wonderful child. I assume they mean that sincerely, because BSM sincerely loves them, and fooling babies is not an easy thing to do. Also, how can you not love a kid who likes you better than he likes sleeping (and doesn't get whiny for you just because he hasn't slept)?

Today's other epiphany involves a "pasta scoop" as Bed Bath and Beyond names the slotted serving piece with poky things coming up from its edge. The Husbinator has been saying that he wants one for dairy, and since we don't have one in our lift, I wasn't entirely opposed to the notion. Thus, when I went to Beit Shean a few days ago and saw one for 10NIS, I got it for him.

(For the record, that was a store full of Cool Stuff that I Don't Need at a Great Price. I am proud to say that I left that store with nothing but the pasta scoop; the mantra, "If you buy it, then you'll have it" is shockingly effective. Of course I'll own it if I buy it! That's how buying stuff works! Yet somehow, thinking that over and over gave me a new and wonderful perspective: yes, that thing is cheap, but I wouldn't want it in my house even if you paid me to take it home. I would rather have the space than the object, even if you throw in a couple bucks to sweeten the deal.)

ANYWAY, as I was saying in the non-parenthetical paragraph, I bought a pasta scoop thingy for Husbinator and used it for the first time tonight. It makes serving spaghetti. So. Much. Easier. Heck, it makes serving spaghetti plain old easy! I am slightly surprised, but it's hard to be all that shocked that a popular item actually fills the function it claims to fill. Still, it counts as an epiphany!