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The Laundry Conspiracy

I find it incredibly amusing that throughout my history of photographs, there always seems to be laundry in the background. The photo below really brought this strange phenomenon to my attention. Is the universe trying to tell me something? 💡🧐

Circa 1990?

Could it be…stop goofin’ off and do the laundry, Renee?

Or could it be…there will always be laundry in the background, so why not just have fun anyway?

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A New Chapter

On the day of my eighth-year work anniversary with my organization, I interviewed for a position that had never opened during my time. That was approximately one week ago and I’ve been a bundle of nerves since then. But as of this morning, I am happy to announce that I was selected to be the new Senior Graphic Designer for our Asia division, effective January 1, 2021. After eight years of being away from this field, I’m finally returning! I had been recently promoted back in November following the completion of my bachelor’s degree at the end of August, so this all seems so surreal to me still.

Eeeeeeek!!!

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Goodbye, Facebook and Messenger.

Last night, I finally decided to deactivate my Facebook. In the past week, I had four people (customers from my job) who messaged me on there for work-related matters and I realized that just having a Facebook account was causing me unnecessary stress. Years ago, back when I first started my position, I didn’t think there was any harm in adding people. I thought, maybe I could make some friends? Shaking my head.

I can’t count how many times I was disturbed during my naps over the weekend because I had forgotten to activate Do Not Disturb or put my phone or tablet on manner mode. I can’t count how many times I was eating dinner with Miyu or the three of us were out at a restaurant on a weeknight or even a weekend and to hear that telltale ping, dreading who messaged me this time. Or we would be out shopping, enjoying time off work when all of the sudden I would hear the dreaded ping, mouth off a few choice curses, only to realize it was just my mom. Or I would be on my couch or relaxing in bed and reading on my Kindle when all of the sudden I hear the ping and whaddya know, someone needed help logging into their account. It was always about work with these people. It was never about anything non-work related. It was never like “Hey Renee, how are you? Did you watch the latest episode of The Mandalorian?!” Even the “friends” I thought I made would only message me whenever they needed something. It had become a habit for people to use my personal Facebook as a means to get “personalized” customer service from me.

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Papa’s Visit to the Dentist

Yesterday, Ken had a dental emergency and needed to see a dentist about a tooth infection that caused some swelling in his cheek. Of course, dramatic as our daughter is, Miyu vehemently expressed her interest in attending. So, because he couldn’t get an earlier appointment anyway, we waited for her to get home from school and there we were, at the dentist, waiting for Ken to get seen. They drilled a hole into his tooth and removed some of the nerves. He was given antibiotics and some weak sauce pain meds. He ended up using my 400mg Motrin (x2) but even that wasn’t really enough to deal with the pain. Barely takes the edge off, apparently. Hmm, now he understands how I live at the moment. LOL

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Potato for your thoughts.

It’s Friday night and Miyu is in her room, playing with her toys because I had declared TV time over. Our microwave oven says that in 17 minutes and 45 seconds, the baking sweet potato inside will be ready to devour. Outside, the sounds of cars passing by rain-slicked roads make my eyes and shoulders droop with the promise of a good night’s sleep.

My thoughts are like the tangled Christmas lights boxed up in our closet, eager to come out but the timing just isn’t right. Lost time, vivid dreams, flashes of pain. My little girl is growing up and she’s becoming more and more beautiful each day.

How I ache to hold my camera.