Shoes and Other Addictions

No, the shoes are not my addiction....they are my SON'S addiction!! He is 28 months old and he is so particular about shoes...which ones he wants to wear, what shoes other people are wearing...in books, he immediately looks for/at the shoes and we hear about shoes contstantly! He wants shoes on first thing in the morning and I ask him to pick out his shoes...if I choose them there will inevitably be a tantrum. I know this is probably a phase, along with a million other phases we will ride through and I mostly get a kick out of it...but there are many mornings when the word "shoes" is the last word I want to hear.

My recent "addiction", of sorts, is this job. The "non-perks" of the last post aren't so prolific anymore, and it is becoming quite routine and enjoyable. However, a day does not go by where I am not thinking or talking about this job and the "market". It feels good and it feels very strange to have something other than motherhood and Sam to think/talk/dream/obsess/worry about. I do find myself looking forward to the end of the market season already, but only because I am so physically tired at the end of my work days. That is largly due to the pregnancy and my ever-growing belly (of which I have recent photos and will post very soon). The weather is cooling and that helps a lot, but I still find myself quite drained by the time I get home.