Actually, it ain't the blues.
What's the opposite of the blues? Merriam-Webster can only give me synonyms in the online thesaurus (which is pretty pessimistic, if you ask me).
How about glee?
Yes, I have the My Baby's Gone Glee. Ba-TUH-tuh-tah-TUMP.
And by baby, I mean the actual baby. Not my sexy-other-half baby, though that one's gone, too. No glee there.
Don't get me wrong. I love the baby to death. No, wait. Let me rephrase. I think he's wonderful. I really do. He's sweet and cuddly and smart and funny and a good sleeper and basically a perfect baby. It's just that he's ... a baby.
Here's what I've been up to since he's off being loved to tatters by his grandparents:
Unloading the dishwasher in one straight go.
Peeing without company.
Folding each piece of laundry just once.
Leaving things on the floor. Small, sharp things that could choke you.
Yep. It's been one madly wild and woolly week.
Hey, at least I'm not here writing the Cocaine Habit Blues. Or the Whiskey Bottle Blues. Or the Oh Lord, When My Other Baby Comin' Home Blues. Or the Jesus Mary and Joseph, Just Shoot Me Now Blues.
Of course, the baby comes home tomorrow, and my other baby don't come home till Thursday night, so there's still time.
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5 comments:
live it up, kisa. drink milk from the carton and eat chips in bed. they'll be back soon and life will be normal again. :)
Peeing without company is something I've been taking for granted. I'll try to be more grateful in the future.
Have a great time!!
I distinctly remember the day my mother took care of the three kids so I could bike into town and buy something I could only get there (forgot what it was, the right kind of coffe or cheese probabely).
I biked back and I felt sooooo free. Than I realized that I felt so free because I had an hour to myself, just myself - and realized how long I'd been without. That was an uncomfortable encounter with the reality I'd carefully NOT thought about too hard...
Enjoy the free time!
Thanks, you three! I haven't been completely footloose and fancy free; the older two are still home, and they still have school, and I still have a translation assignment. And then there are the little things like food and laundry :). But it's all SO much easier without the baby.
I remember vividly when the older two were (simultaneously) little; it nearly killed me, and I joke only slightly. Something about the lack of time for myself, constant vigilance, and utter absence of meaningful conversation all rolled together.
Which is why I knew I had to get The Hubster's parents to take little Speedybuns for half of the nine days he's off on business. It's hard enough when he's home. And I do so want his children and wife to be alive when he gets back ;).
One baby is a lot easier than a toddler and a baby, though. (Thank god.)
Envious! I never used to be an "I need my own space" person...until I had kids. ENJOY
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