Quiet
The house is eerily quiet. I don’t know quite what to do with myself. I’ve been crying off and on all morning. And not just because I went to church Nordstrom and shopped for jeans.
Today Bridget started Mother’s Day Out. She’s such a big girl. It’s hard for me, but we need it. We need the time apart, she and I. She needs to be around other kids and learn to play and share and all that jazz. Things she’ll never learn around here, seeing as she’s probably going to be an only child. And honestly I think we were kind of getting on each other’s nerves. So I found a place, we went on a tour, I fell in love and I wrote them a big check. She’ll go Tuesdays and Thursdays, just from 9:30 to 2:30, so it’s not even all day. Just long enough for her to play, nap, eat, play some more and then come home. And long enough for me to vacuum without worrying about making her cry. Well, normally I’d vacuum but today I had to shop for jeans. But we aren’t going there in this post.
I’m home now with the vague idea of either vacuuming or making some cookie dough for later baking. I only have about an hour before I have to leave to go get her. What can I get done in an hour? Hmmm…. I think vacuuming wins. The dog hair that abounds is making me sick. And my ass doesn’t need any more holiday treats. Did I mention the jeans trying-on this morning? Did I mention I made fudge on Sunday? Five pounds of fudge? What? Don’t look at me like that. My recipe is called “Five Pounds of Chocolate Fudge.” I’ll post the recipe later today. It’s really easy, but it’s real fudge, not that fakey stuff. Most of it went to the neighbors as a holiday gift. The rest of it is sitting in the fridge. I have only eaten one piece so far. I must find a way to get it out of the house. Anyone want any? I’ll box it up and mail it to you. If I make the cookies, I’ll include a few of those too.
OK, well I’m wasting precious vacuum time. And fudge eating time.
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Mmmmmmmm. Fudge… I love chocolate fudge.
Good luck with the daycare. That is very exciting. I long for the day when I have a few hours to myself.
Mmmmmm….fudge. How kind of you to offer, but my ass don’t need no fudge either. Nor does my stomach. And since it seems to be pysically impossible to “suck in” my stomach, I’m trying to convince myself that the bloated look is really hot this season.
Thursday is bound to be easier. Good luck.
I must be a freak, as I’m not much into fudge (even though I’d kill over the last chocolate chip in the bag). I think you will both benefit from expanding your horizons. Just don’t expand that butt or else the crying over jeans will become more frequent.
Mmmm…fudge. Unfortunately (for my expanding rear) I have more than enough sweets around here, and even more baking to do this week (we’re on a tight budget and therefore it’s cookies for everyone for Christmas!).
Congrats on making it through the first day. I’m sure she had a great time and the time apart will be great for both of you.
I can’t wait to hear how Bridgie fared and how excited she was to see you when you picked her up.
Having recently been through the jeans battle lately, I finally found a pair that I think are reasonable and flattering (not 12″ too long with a low rise). Email if you’re interested and I’ll shoot you the link.
Mmmm, fudge. I’ll take some! I suck at making it myself and my husband is the chocoholic in this house. He never gains weight, so what I don’t eat he gladly sucks down. Bastard.
Seriously, I think you’ll find putting her into care a couple days a week to have been one of the smartest things you have ever done. She needs time around other kids right now, and I think a lot of SAHM kids don’t get that and it is ultimately detrimental to them when they’re thrown into it when they start school. Socialization now is a very good thing.
That said, take advantage of some of that time and be sure to take an hour or two to veg in front of the TV or read a good book or something. Don’t feel like you have to hurry and be Superwoman when she’s out of the house. Take some YOU time.