Somewhere between 10am and 10pm I've Lost My Will To Live
Or write. Or stay awake. I had a ton of things planned today. Parental and domestic things like laundry, dishes, vacuuming, spending quality time reading to my son. Playing withe those damn balls on the floor with my daughter, cooking a decent meal.
Instead I hauled myself and the kids to the soccer game. That turned into a pouring rain-fest that had me so cold my fingers were numb. All the while my husband was away at the dentist getting a tooth fixed. Then after a brief (20 minute) lunch meeting with said husband, I shrugged at his suggestion of heading off to see IRON MAN. Sure. Why would I be the wife that said, "No. Dammit. Stay home and be involved."
An hour later. I would have shot myself in the foot to have him back. I'd been nursing my daughter almost non-stop (she's sick. a growth spurt. Hell, teething. Who really knows). Set my son up in front of the television. And wished again that I'd told my husband no. Or had him at least give me an hour break from the children. And work.
For the record. The last time I went out without a child for something other than work or home related errand--New Year's Eve. Almost five months. And my sanity is on the line. Tomorrow it's a must. What I will do? No one knows. But it damn well better be something fun. Or relaxing. Or hell a nap in the car would suffice. As long as I am alone.
Instead I hauled myself and the kids to the soccer game. That turned into a pouring rain-fest that had me so cold my fingers were numb. All the while my husband was away at the dentist getting a tooth fixed. Then after a brief (20 minute) lunch meeting with said husband, I shrugged at his suggestion of heading off to see IRON MAN. Sure. Why would I be the wife that said, "No. Dammit. Stay home and be involved."
An hour later. I would have shot myself in the foot to have him back. I'd been nursing my daughter almost non-stop (she's sick. a growth spurt. Hell, teething. Who really knows). Set my son up in front of the television. And wished again that I'd told my husband no. Or had him at least give me an hour break from the children. And work.
For the record. The last time I went out without a child for something other than work or home related errand--New Year's Eve. Almost five months. And my sanity is on the line. Tomorrow it's a must. What I will do? No one knows. But it damn well better be something fun. Or relaxing. Or hell a nap in the car would suffice. As long as I am alone.
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