This morning the Wii Fit Balance Board let me know that it’s been 1700 days since we first met. Sadly that doesn’t mean that it’s been used anywhere near that many times. Especially not during the month it was in transit from San Francisco to our current city, but that’s a tale for another day.
I am officially back on the yoga train. I ideally want to start running again tonight. It’s probably a bit bad of me, but I’m happy for the cold weather because it gives me an excuse to use the treadmill instead of running outdoors. I was greeted by my first frost-covered windshield of the season this morning. It’s officially going below freezing at night and the curse that is ragweed is finally going to meet its fate. I’m pretty allergic to the stuff, so I couldn’t be happier.
Speaking of happy, Latte said something last night that made me happy (happy but a bit confused). She was explaining her opinion of seriousness of drugs and said that she’d rather find out our kid was abusing marijuana than Adderall. This is a large part of why I think she’ll come around it’s just almost a fact for us.
Before we married, we talked often about what parenting choices we’d make, and we had a timeline (a timeline that would put us in the “get-kid” territory right now actually). We picked our neighborhood (a year and a half ago) for the really good public high school the child would be able to enroll in. This “I don’t want a kid” thing popped up just a few months ago when she was going through a rough patch. Now she’s doing much better. I agree that her concerns are valid but I believe they can be addressed without such a huge change in our previously mutually agreed upon plans. I’m definitely fine delaying the kid a year or maybe even two. I support her having a career.
I don’t see a career and having a child as mutually exclusive, and am confused as to her insistence that it would be so. And I am working out what we need to do to make it financially with a kid. I grew up wearing Good Will clothing, as did Latte, and neither of us see anything wrong with it for children (and for non-work clothes for ourselves). We’re proponents of public education and live in a very gay-friendly city. Our street has many gay couples and a few obviously-gay friendly young families. It’s a good place to have a gay family. (Also there is a lady two doors down who does day care out of her home.) But to offset the cost of day care we need to bring in more income, which is entirely doable. I’m just at entry level now, so in five years things’ll be better financially.