My perfect angel is getting to be downright sassy these days. Now that she’s on the go (mostly kind of slithering on her belly), she wants to be on the ground at all times and puts up a fuss when she doesn’t get her way. Her favorite activity: picking up debris from the floor, looking right at me as she pops whatever it is into her mouth, and then crawling away as fast as she can while laughing devilishly.
She’s been down on the afternoon nap these days and turns into quite a crabapple later in the day. The window between 5 and 7 pm is usually rather hellish around here. Henry’s usually kind of surly after his nap (if I can get him to take one) and now with baby sis getting in on the act, it devolves into one of those old Calgon commercials with the screaming/whining children, the pot boiling over on the stove etc. Unfortunately, they don’t make Calgon anymore, so no chance of getting taken away... On top of that, Christian has been working in another accursed exurb about an hour away and has been getting home late, so it’s been kind of an exercise in solo parenting for the old mama. Not complaining though because it’s paying the bills…
He did get home the other day in time for me to scoot over to a tennis class I’ve been taking at our local community center (which has pretty much become the hub of my universe). Fun class, but the best part was having a couple beers with the ladies afterward. We closed down Lovetown’s new pizza joint (at 10 pm!). Didn’t know two little beers could give one a hangover, but apparently that’s all it takes anymore. (This is the same gal who once put away a magnum of Pierre Gimonnet over pork chops with one other person.) Marriage, commuting, pregnancy and, now, breastfeeding have led me to cut waaay back. But the nursing gravy train is getting ready to unload its little passenger. Will this mean a return to the drinking life? Unlikely. While it wasn’t so bad nursing a hangover in an office (you know, you can kind of hide under your desk and try to leave early), the days in the motherhood game are just too grueling to survive in a depleted state. But a couple of Heinekens with some new friends….that I can handle.
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