me time.
Posted on | August 31, 2010 | 33 Comments
i love my daughter. she is the best thing that has ever happened to me and being able to spend every day with her is a privilege and a job i truly adore. i wouldn’t trade it for anything.
but let’s be real. she’s almost two. she? can be a handful.
my days are full of negotiations. tantrums. saying things i never thought i’d hear myself say (“if you put your hand in the toilet one more time, you’re gonna get a time out. do you understand me?”). i clean food and food products from her parts, my parts and my kitchen’s parts countless times a day. i carry a small human up and down stairs, pull that small human off of furniture and remove improper things from said human’s mouth (the other day? a penny. A PENNY. we don’t even use pennies. i’ve been known to throw them in the trash. i mean…what?). i’m always “on”.
ever since H began really sleeping though the night (at about 5 months if memory serves me correct. and it doesn’t, but this blog does), i have regressed to my night owl ways. i know, it’s not the smartest idea to stay up late when i answer to a tiny boss, but the silence? the sitting? the letting my muscles un-tense? the eating of food product in peace or drinking a cup of tea in it’s entirety before it gets cold? i cannot pass it up.
most nights, after my two loves have gone to sleep, i sit. and i do whatever i want. usually that consists of watching amazingly bad television on DVR, popping popcorn, cuddling with a pug and blogging. sometimes there is tea. most times there is wine. perhaps i should be doing that dish, plucking my eyebrows, painting my toenails or balancing the checkbook (ha. haha. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA), but instead, i sit.
and it’s glorious, people. glorious.





























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