It is going on hour 13 of my weekend-work-cram session but during my most recent break I was checking the goings-on of the interworld, and was reminded by my new-fangled sidebar widget [over there to the left, see: This Day Past Years (sorry it's still not properly formatted)] that today is the 4 year anniversary of vedjen.com and while this space has yet to achieve the critical blog acclaim that it deserves, knowing that I have the last 4 years of my life archived has been extremely satisfying, especially when I need proof that I am right.

• Happy Father's Day: you get the silent treatment! #
• Next on the to do list: remove the deer skull from our front porch. #
• I feel dirty for looking forward to watching the Jon & Kate episode all week esp now that everyone knows they're announcing a divorce. #
• Baby, I want my boobs back! #
• I know I should be napping while the baby is but, frankly, it's the only moment I have away from her. Mommy time wins every time. #
• Put the baby down for bed over an hour ago and haven't heard a peep. I need to check on her but . . .am. so. scared. I'll. wake. her. . . #
• Baby woke up just in time to miss Jon & Kate making their "announcement" 4 the 2nd night in a row. Not that I don't alrdy know how it ends. #
• Ugh. Last night was rough. #
• To the neighbor with the yappy dog: FUCK YOU. #
• Watching the Doodlebops with Boo: OMFG. Trying to ram fork into ears now. #
• Michael Jackson dead? It defies all logic reasoning. #

Uggh. Tired. Depressed. Alone. Blah, blah, blah.

This blaaahhg is beginning to bore even me.

Bubba starts his new position next week and, no, we still do not know where. As it stands, if the Colville position is not funded we will be relocated to the Northwest Region. The third offer that Bubba was given last week, includes either of two positions both of which are out of Sedro Woolley. Sedro Woolley is a hell of a lot better than Menlo, but damn, I really want that funding to come through for Colville. (Fingers, toes, eyes crossed!)

The anxiety/suspense/drama over our current state of unknowingness is literally killing me. I just feel so stuck; not able to make any short or long term plans, just floating by waiting for the hammer to drop. I want to pack, but I don’t want to be living out of boxes for the unforeseen future. I could be looking for places to move to, but with either of our current options on opposite sides of the state and no real time frame for when we would be moving, it seems like a complete waste of time.

And with Boo’s stretches of sleep not getting any longer (nor any worse, but I digress) I don’t have a lot of personal time to be wasting googling apartments for rent.

We’ve been continuing to sleep train, enforcing a regular sleep routine and napping schedule based on suggestions from Pantley’s No-cry Sleep Solution, but just when we think she is finally sleeping for longer than 45 minutes without waking, she throws us a curve ball and starts waking every 25 minutes and can be calmed with nothing but fresh boob. I have really grown to love breastfeeding, but, frankly, I will love it even more once I don’t have to do it anymore.

I’ve got nothing else for you right now, as the baby has just woken for the THIRD time in an hour and a half and unless I get in there soon, she’s not going to give me any more moments of peace this afternoon. And I need me some more interneting.