I’ve only been thinking about it for two months, but I finally decided.
I’m going to the inauguration! By myself!
I don’t actually have tickets to any events. My dad was only able to get two tickets, for himself and my stepmom. But I’m excited just to be there, and to have a solo adventure. Turns out M has that Monday (MLK day) off from work, and my sister-in-law is able to come and take care of the kids on Tuesday. I’ll be gone Sunday morning to Tuesday evening. Wahoo!
LauraC, we need to trade cell phone numbers!


I totally neglected to turn the damn ballot over and vote for the three ballot questions in Massachusetts. I had even researched all three and come up with an opinion, but didn’t realize until after I got home that I didn’t manage to vote on them. Crap. But hey, I did the main thing I went there for: I voted for Barack Obama.


doing just fine after an uncomplicated vaginal delivery, but why does that mean they were all but booted out the door 24 hours after she was born? Literally, she was born around 5pm, and they were out the door by 6pm the next day. My cousin, who lives in the same area, apparently had the same experience a few months ago when her daughter was born. I know some people hate being in the hospital, and want to get up and go as soon as possible. Not me. Sure, I had the surgery to recover from, and babies in the NICU, so that contributed to my lack of desire to leave. But seriously, in the hospital, you have professional help! You have nurses, wonderful nurses, to help you get up and out of bed, to help you in the less dignified moments, to help you take care of this strange new being that you’re supposedly responsible for creating and now raising. You have lactation consultants! The early days of breastfeeding can be so hard, I can’t imagine being at home and on my own after barely a day. You get food delivered to you! I know some hospitals have a bad reputation, but mine had pretty darn tasty food, and I was even able to order from a menu!










