Done yet?

Taxes? Done.

They were not that difficult, but I tend to view every return as fraught with IRS Audit Potential. X does not understand why I take my time gathering paperwork, compiling my own "coversheet" with all the data I need to enter, making careful copies of on-line documents, then carefully putting it all together in a folder. Only then, do I enter the data on-line. Then, I leave it for a day to think about. Then, I carefully recheck all the info I entered. Then, I make a hard copy for my pretty, pretty file folder. THEN, I e-file. It drives X insane, but he knew what he was getting into when he married me. Do not pity him, Innernets.

Anyway, I am glad to be back at this here bloggin' thingie. I have so much I have wanted to say. None of which is very interesting, sadly enough.

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I am SO excited - three real life friends in a row have recently announced pregnancies. I simply cannot be more excited for them! These are all friends who have one child already and have really, really wanted to add to their families. I know that feeling. With Arun, I did not feel done. I was very happy with having just him, but always knew that I wanted at least 2 children. Originally, I had wanted 3 children, but X was adamant that he wanted 2. That was fine with me because it met my own minimum and I respected his reasoning for only having 2. We have been very blessed in that we had no struggles completing our family and I will be forever appreciative of that. However. I also have no shyness about stating affirmatively that we are, indeed, Done. This is it, folks - Anjali is our last baby, our last child. Our family is complete. In our house, there will be no more Careless Whispers, no more Gettin' Jiggy With It, no more Shaking All Night Long. Not without protection, that is.

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Okay - I just read this whole thing about a mom not letting a SAHD join her playgroup - the post titled SAHD, Really by Suburban Turmoil really hit home for me. We briefly had a SAHD in our group - we already knew his wife quite well. When she went back to work, her husband began to stay home full-time and he came to our playgroup a few times. He was sort of a goof ball, but he was an okay guy. He stopped coming on his own accord - he was just never able to get into a schedule (I have heard through the grapevine that he still has a hard time getting into scheduled activities because he is not organized). While I was okay with having a SAHD in our group, I really prefer to just keep it all gals. Besides, when we play Hot or Not while watching the Dirty Sock Funtime band on Jack's Big Music Show, a SAHD would only serve to cramp our style. For sure, I would not want to play I Never with a SAHD during our Friday afternoon Wino Playdates.

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Mojavi recently wrote two excellent posts (here and here) on "being safe while refueling your vehicle" - she covers specific steps for preventing static electricity. THANK YOU. When folks are too wimpy to face the cold weather and they re-enter their cars while pumping gas, I want to run over and punch them in the face (Note: Rayne of Terror called me on the carpet for my strong language. This was a sorry case of my attempt at being sarcastic gone awry.While it does make me angry, I do not really want to punch folks in the face. ) Who do they think they are threatening everyone's safety just because they cannot handle a bit of cold? It infuriates me.
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Speaking of Mojavi, she posted some cute video of her daughter Kya and Arun playing the piano. Arun has recently become very enamoured of the metronome because the cartoon Max and Ruby has one exactly like ours (it was my great-grandma's, so it would also be from the 40s, same era as Max and Ruby). Sadly, he does not realize that purpose of the metronome is to help you keep time. Ahem.