Too many thoughts for FB, part ii

Too many thoughts for facebook.

1)  Gotta love Texas.  Some Congressman submitted an amendment to the continuing resolution that says that the government cannot fund Obama's golf until the White House begins giving tours again.  Right on.  Have you ever looked into what it takes to get a tour of the White House?  I am fairly certain you cannot just show up.  I think you have to contact one of your Congressmen and they send you the tickets for a specific time and date.  All of those people who planned tours as part of Spring Break trips to the Capitol will  be out of luck.  This leads to the next comment:

2) The sequestration effects have been planned to be as visible as possible, as painful to every day Americans as possible, and to look as little like Obama's fault as possible.  What kind of President and elected officials do this?  Our's apparently.  TSA employees receive more in one year for uniform allowances than a Marine gets in his entire career.  We couldn't cut that amount down to prevent a furlough somewhere?  Anyways, I am completely in favor of the sequestration happening.  And I hope it bites Obama in the butt.

3) The week before Finley arrived I felt amazing.  I was ready to be done giving myself shots of insulin.  I was ready to eat whatever I wanted for two days (that has stretched into 3 weeks, with probably only 1/2 of my meals being clean eating).  I was ready to meet this baby girl.  At that point, though, I realized that I was in such a great place, and that I was fixing to ruin it.  I felt great, I had energy, I had time, I could come and go whenever I pleased (thanks to kids in school and two great girls to babysit whenever I need), and I had this amazing pregnancy super power of being able to sleep anytime, anywhere.  And now I have kid projects, carpools, kid tests, teacher conferences, MCAS prep, Audrey now has 40 min of homework 5 nights a week, dance competitions, and doing this all with a baby who wants to eat every 2 hours around the clock.  I did make dinner last night.  And I have my lunch planned for today.  But I seriously don't have the time or energy to make myself breakfast ever.  I am reminded of where my bad eating habits have come from: years of no sleep.

4)  That said, Finley is the sweetest, most beautiful baby I have seen in almost seven years.  (Well, maybe I have seen a cute baby or two since Audrey was born.  Likely they are related to me.)  I love to sit and hold her.  I love to watch her make faces in her sleep.  I love to take pictures of her.  I love to watch her sisters and brother hold her and interact with her.  Zach has recently been saying, "Didn't you just feed her?" (Yes. Yes I did.)  I love how Audrey says that not every time Finely cries does she want to be fed because sometimes she is just being dramatic.  I love when my older girls hold her when she starts fussing-it buys me a few more minutes to finish whatever it is that I was doing.  I love Finley's newborn cry.  She gets so mad.  She might think that she is going to starve.  That maybe her stomach might be exploding because an empty stomach doesn't feel good.  In reality, though, Finley has a very soft newborn cry.  That I hear right now.  Off to find the Fin-a-droid 3000, as Zach calls her.