Unless you are Laura Bush, you probably have noticed that the US is, kinda, in the toilet. Now, I pick on Laura Bush, because after 8 years as the president's wife she hasn't aged a bit. I mean even W looks older; like the stress of the position is getting to him. But the Mrs., I swear, looks better. How can this be? Is she not paying attention? The debt is outstanding. The economy is in the toilet. Science is now optional in K-12 schools. Health care and a good paying job is an unattainable dream. I just don't get it. As the mother of the country shouldn't she care? Shouldn't this bother her? Shouldn't she want to change it? I dunno, as a mother of a 7mos old, I am scared to death of the legacy that I am leaving my daughter.

Perhaps you may have noticed that I have been offline. To be honest, things have been crazy here, and we needed to regroup. To me, regrouping means focusing and cutting back. So, I have been focusing on family. I must admit, I (we) needed the time. I am now ready to add items. The item I am adding back is work. I am looking for work. The thing is, for the first time in my life, I am looking for work on my terms. I am looking for contract work. Fun, interesting and enjoyable work, I can do from home. So if you are looking to hire a Stay at Home Mom with a Ph.D. to help with research, curriculum design and training, and science communication, give me a call. I would love to help YOU look good.

Ok. Three things. One, my husband converted my blog to Drupal and lost comments and entries. Slightly frustrating. Technology is suppose to make your life easier. Instead I find it makes you do twice as much in half as much time. Two, Boy am I tired. Exhaustion is becoming a pretty typical state for me. I have been trying to get into the shower for 48 minutes. Need to walk Kona but I can't muster the strength. Me, the baby and Kona are all horizontal. Funny things happen when when you lose sleep. Brain functions very differently. Three, crazy missing the southwest.

Today was my first day returning to "work." (Hah, like the past 10.5 weeks weren't work.) I am consulting. Just 10 hours a week. But boy, with a baby, cloth diapers, a dog and a husband, finding two hours to do "work" was impossible. For a type A personality like me, the fact that baby is in charge, and I can't get a handle on how to systematize is mind boggling. Now I can bore you with the details of motherhood, but I won't. All I'll say is that my day is primarily spent feeding, cleaning poop and snuggling Ems. One and three are not bad.

This is a shout out to my husband. My husband let me sleep last night. With a 10 week old breast-fed baby, sleep is priceless. I was able to sleep for five hours in a row. (The fact that baby girl is able to sleep longer helps too.) Sleep helps, and he gave me that last night, and I am grateful. So here's to husbands that you sleep!