Update

It's one a.m. and I'm taking a little vacation.

I've found that trying to sleep right before work is rather painful. I guess I just need a little more than two hours of sleep and my body doesn't appreciate being teased. But I am all alone (which is extremely rare these days) and I do have cookies and milk so to me, this is it. Bermuda.

So the route is not that bad. Now that I've got it memorized I get to listen to music and talk to myself all night. Who doesn't love that? I actually do enjoy the music part and now at least I've got some new material for Riley. He loves it when I sing. I think it's like when he laughs at my hair first thing in the morning. There's something funny about a tragic mess.

I finally captured some pictures of Riley smiling today. Remind me to ask Josh how to put them on the computer. I definitely want to post those. They're awesome.

There's a ton going on here. Most of it is kind of bad and pretty stressful and so for the good of my mental health I try not to think of them all at once. I think that's one problem most people have. We tend to group the bad things going on in life together and just the thought of them as one huge problem (otherwise known as life) makes it all the more stressful. I realized this when I first got married and I made a habit of complaining to Josh. I'd wake up in the morning and the puppies had made a mess, then the car wouldn't start, then I was late to work, my boss yelled and I had to stay late and clean the bathrooms...blah blah blah. Individually those problems are absolutely forgettable but lumped together they equal a bad day.

Like right now, the problems with my parents, a new born baby, Josh has moved into the new office and away from me, a new job and the subsequent lack of sleep, and of course the cherry on top is the law suit against me. All of this lumped together equals a near nervous breakdown but until now I hadn't put them all together in one sentence.

Still, at the moment they aren't bothering me. I have cookies.

Next week is Riley's two month appointment where he will be getting shots. I'm already nervous and thank God Bonny offered to go because I just know it's going to be awful. More so for me than for the baby, who forgets pain as soon as it's over (lucky guy). That's what's so cool about him, or I mean part of it. He gets to do everything for the first time, and he gets away with a lot of things. For instance he's extremely pudgy and Josh makes fun of him for it but one thing I find myself telling Josh a lot is "Hey, how often in your life do you get to do that again?" I mean, Josh and I have become a full-service machine. He gets breakfast in bed every day, a nice bubble bath, he puts on weight and everyone gets excited, and of course the automatic toilet. He's got it made. But I say let him have it, you never get it again. I think that will probably be my standard for his entire childhood. "Hey, he's a kid. Lucky him."

One thing I did for him though was start a bank account with USAA. They have awesome money tools for kids that I intend to take full advantage of and have done as much as I can so far. He has $50 in his account and they sent me a "financial package" which is basically just a binder that I have to put together for him. He also has a cash card and deposit slips for the exchange of money. It's so cute to see his name on a credit card, though it doesn't actually have a Visa, it's only good for withdraws from his own account. It's purely for learning purposes. Anyway, this binder teaches him about saving, spending, and even investing. When Josh and I reach a better place, we can get him his own Money Market account. I'm just desperate to make sure that Riley doesn't end up in the position I'm in. It's the least I can do. Later down the line he can get a Visa debit card which is pretty cool because USAA has it set up so that family members can access his account online to add money to it for him, which I thought was pretty cool. They said it's great for college kids.

It's Fourth of July weekend which in other words means Everybody Crowd Sussex County Until it Explodes. Or falls into the ocean. We've had so much rain recently that there actually was a lot of flooding and that old song came in to my head (for those of you that don't know, I'm talking about "California" by Rancid). I did hear somewhere along my public education that the states along the edges of the US were going to fall into the ocean. Supposedly due to global warming or whatever. But it's like they said on the Simpsons, our official position on global warming is that it does not exist. (That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.) Regardless, I think people will continue to pack into our little state every summer. There's probably two yards of sand left at Rehoboth and the same amount of people, if not more, still come down every summer to claim their two inches. And it is quite literally inches that you get to yourself. Better to just bring a raft and sit in the ocean. We've got plenty of that. Better yet, stay in your own state. Hah.

I know I'm just rambling now, but it's like I said I've got all this time to think now that I have this paper route. Just me and the road. And the papers. But the job isn't that bad, I get to be my own boss. I get to drive, which I love and of course there's the music. The problem is it is pretty inconvenient and I try not to think of the wear it's putting on my car. I get to bill the customers myself, which is cool because they mail me back the money and I love getting mail. Yeah, I'm pretty low maitnance. Just ask Josh about the dates we had in college. Haha.

I can't believe it only took me half an hour to write this. I'm sure there was more on my mind. I've written a ton of journal entries in my mind this week alone while I was working. Another night when I can't sleep I guess I'll get up and write them all down.

I'm off to download some music for Riley. I've learned all these new songs and he loves the one about the big black horse and the cherry tree. I just can't ever remember the words.