3 o’clock wall
it’s 3:12 pm and once again, i have hit my wall. this happens every day. same time. day in. day out. “the afternoon lull,” as some people call it. and for me, it means that i am in dire need of caffeine.
at first i thought it was an addiction. something that i should consider kicking the habit of, or giving up for lent. but when paul and i discussed what we were going to give up for lent, he told me, “for the sake of all of us, i don’t think you should give up coffee.”
it should be noted that paul and i each chose something to “give up” for lent and have since given up on giving up those things.
starbucks has been good to me. and i’m a fan. my triple grande, nonfat, no whip, white chocolate mocha is a tasty treat that i always have to fall back on. they’re even expanding their repetoire with new breakfast items. but i am finding the charm of local coffee houses and eateries here in good ol’ nap-town, and in doing so, i have stumbled upon bb bistro here in west annapolis.
being that paul is in the navy, and the navy dictates where we live, paul and i have made it a point to really scope out all areas of a new city before committing to a desired location. when we were in jacksonville, this meant contacting old navy friends to inquire about surrounding areas, and eventually settling in to a quaint historic district within jacksonville.
ah, riverside… the hippies, the homeless, the parks, the bars, the folio. and of course, the coffee. cool moose cafe made my life during jackson’s first few months. back then, it wasn’t a 3 o’clock wall that i would hit each day. the wall was in my face all day long and unrelenting.
needless to say, i have been in search here in annapolis. in search of a place to call my own as i wander about in “no (wo)man’s land,” still unaware of my surroundings and looking for a good cup of joe (possibly a scrumptious snack to go with), i find bb bistro. a shiny beacon of hope, reviving me to get through the rest of my day, one iced vanilla latte at a time.
gotta throw jackson in the stroller and run… they close at 4.
reunited, and it feels so good
i think paul missed his “little man.” red… not so much.
abort! abort!
jackson and i spent the last 4 days in atlanta at my folk’s, enjoying the warmer weather, the extra sets of arms, and some much needed visits.
our plane ride to atlanta was terrific… the flight was only 1/2 full, so jackson and i sprawled ourselves on an entire row and slept when we weren’t playing with the plastic delta cups. friday’s flight back to annapolis, however, was an entirely different story. after experiencing yesterday’s flight home with jackson, i have concluded that we never would’ve survived the 12-14 hour flight to japan had the navy moved us there.
i knew my child was capable of screaming to the point of making me want to pass out, but there were people on the plane with us yesterday who looked at me as though they were saying, “please, just throw him off.” and quite honestly, i thought about it.
the pressure-changing-ear-issue was not his beef. jackson’s flown before and never had a problem with take off or landing, nor did he on the flight to atlanta. i think i just scheduled the return flight during a shitty time of day for him, and he was straight up worn out. jackson had himself worked into such a frenzy of exhaustion that he couldn’t calm down. i couldn’t calm him down. the sweet women (yes, plural) next to me who took him, so i could go cry in the bathroom, couldn’t calm him down.
needless to say, once we arrived in the baltimore airport and met paul, i handed him our child and told him how much i couldn’t wait to get home and have a beer.
the trip itself was fabulous! that goes without saying. the flight home aged me about 25 years though.
will work for fish
jackson and i head to atlanta tomorrow to seek solace at my parent’s house for a few days. i am “that homesick college kid” in need of TLC… except i’m not in college, nor am i kid. i have a kid. does that count? regardless, i think goldfish may be what gets jackson and i through the plane ride. i think…
Have a Sip
