the great return of friday letters.

The last couple of days have been interesting. My mom left on Wednesday morning, after being here for a week. It was a tough transition back to just me and the little bird. It was so nice to be able to hand her to someone when I had to pee and walk the dogs without having her strapped to my chest, but we're back in the swing of things now. I'll shut up now and get to the letters...

Friday Letters... oh how I have missed you.

Dear Ameda, While I appreciate getting the Purely Yours double electric pump for free with my health insurance (see below letter), I hate it. It doesn't drain me well and I end up with more milk on my hand than I do in the bottles, especially when I double pump. I've been doing single side recently, and having more success, but it takes FOREVER. I'm thinking of just sucking it up and buying the Medela to see if it works better.

Dear President Obama, Thanks for the free pump, bro. Good work on being the leader of the free world and still thinking of the breastfeeding mama. You're no President Bartlet, but hey... no one is.

Dear Netflix and Aaron Sorkin, Thank you for The West Wing. There are no words for my gratitude.

Dear Mary Louise Parker, Your performance in Weeds is to die for. I love you as Amy on West Wing. I love you in general. Remember that one time we met and I panicked and hid from you? *sigh* Its probably better this way. I only would've embarrassed myself more if I'd allowed myself to speak.

Dear M, Thank you for being such a good sleeper today! You've been a doll so far today... I hope it sticks! 

Dear Cotton Babies, I am in love with you. Flip Diapers are my fave. BumGenius ain't too shabby either. Please give me free diapers to review here on the blog.

Dear Lexi and Conrad, My beautiful, fabulous dogs... thank you for not barking at the roofers and allowing M, and in turn mama, to get some rest. I promise you a nice long walk this afternoon.

Dear Laundry, I'm gonna crush you today.

I think that's all for me today folks. I hope everyone has a fantastic weekend!!!

friday letters

What a day this has been, folks. Let's be real, what a freakin' week this has been.... or Month.

I am just so exhausted. There's nothing that I want to do more than lay down... all the time. I basically pass out during dinner. Or on the couch immediately after. Or while B is cooking dinner. I can't keep my eyes open. Last night, I fell asleep at 8:30pm... woke up at 10pm for a brief snack, and right back to sleep until 7:30 this morning. Seriously?

When will it end?!?!?
I hear ya, I hear ya, quit yer whining. On with the letters!!!!

Dear Lexi, I think you're sweet. I really do love you. But I don't love it when you come in from your walk in the morning and then lay directly on top of me. You're big, and you make me hot. Not necessary. I also don't love it when you punch me either, but that's been going on far too long to complain.
Dear Lifesuck, I quit you! No seriously. I put in my notice. My last day is August 11th. I have never been more excited about anything in my entire life. Now... the big question is... what's next?
Dear NYC, this is MUCH better temperature wise, however, I didn't love getting wet this morning. I know, I can't have it all. BUT I WANT IT ALL!
Dear B, I love you (for lots of reasons) but today, it's because of this text convo: me: Batman. B: Horrifying. me: Well. Yes. But I meant I wanted to see it. B: oh. me too!...  adorable.
Dear next step, What are you? I'm so excited to leave the Lifesuck and try Personal Assisting for awhile, but I feel like I'm missing something. I don't know if I'll ever have a "real career". I've never felt "called" to do anything in particular. I hope that something comes along that sparks something inside of me... it's getting exhausting just being a jobber.
Dear Douchebag that I wouldn't give a bag to the other day, Buying a book to get a bag, and then immediately returning it and keeping the bag is an asshole move. You've wasted my time and you lose at life.
Dear Creator of books that make animal sounds and/or play music, You are the worst kind of person. Especially if you thought up the jungle one.
Dear Everyone on Instagram, thanks for posting pictures of your cats. It pleases me.

friday letters: [somewhat fake] apology edition.

Dear Readers, I'm so sorry that I've been a bit AWOL this week. The Lifesuck has totally lifesucked it right out of me. Between working late for exhibition openings to moving display furniture to getting a trillion things in (literally) 2 WEEKS BEFORE INVENTORY... I can't. I just can't. Too tired. I'm going to be better next week, I swear. I actually mean this one.

Dear Bed, Remember that love note I wrote to you a couple of days ago? I'm sorry that I haven't seen more of you since then. It must be embarrassing for someone to profess their undying love for you in such a public forum and then not hang out with you. I'm such a guy in our relationship. I will do better. I promise. Please don't kick me out. We'll work on it.

Dear two bug bites on my left ankle, I'm so sorry that I sat on that bench for 16 seconds and got you. I wish I knew how to quit [scratching] you. You hurt.

Dear KS and EC, Thank you for dinner last night, and thank you for being the kinds of friends that make me laugh until my face hurts. You're the best. I'm sorry we didn't do it sooner, but I smell a standing date after our big girl jobs! (EC just got a brand new big girl job, and we're super extra proud of her!!!)

Dear 99 Degree Heat in New York City, I'm sorry, but you have got to go. The pavement is so hot, the bottom of my shoes MELTED while I was waiting for the light to change and cross the street. Seriously. It's not even August. Go.

Dear Lexi, I'm sorry you're so hot, big girl. We leave the air conditioner on for you all day, and yet you still look so miserable! I wish we could shave you. Alas, you don't have that kind of fur.... and you'd look really stupid.

Dear coffee cart guy, I'm sorry, but I think that you gave me regular when I asked for decaf iced coffee today. My heart feels like it's going to leap out of my chest. Perhaps you didn't hear me clearly? Or maybe the heat has addled your brain. I hope I don't have a heart attack.

I hope you all have a beautiful weekend.