Ounce Upon Ounce
Last night I had back-to-back nightmares about not having a BlogHer ticket. Although both dreams ended with a miraculous last-minute acquisition of said ticket, that apparently wasn't enough to flush the anxiety out of my system because I then went on to have another nightmare, this one about my infant son being kidnapped by this "real" father, a bearded brute with a shrew of a wife and a six-year-old son they made sleep in a piece of rolling luggage that folded out into a bed. The good news in all of this is as follows: (1) I woke up, and (2) I was way more upset about the kidnapping than I was about BlogHer, which means my priorities aren't completely jacked.
Speaking of priorities, how should I spend my time during Wombat's naps today? Should I shower for the first time since Tuesday? Should I finish the office work I didn't get done yesterday because I was too busy reading the entire Internet in search of a BlogHer ticket? Should I dive back in to 30-Day Shred, which I've been ignoring for several weeks now? Or should I make a quadruple batch of Easter cookies and then eat them all myself? So many decisions!
Aaaaand just like that it's seven hours later. And how did I spend the time during Wombat's only other nap? Rocking him and petting his hair and enjoying the heft of his fifteen pounds because this is the only time I'll get to enjoy his fifteen pounds, for tomorrow he'll be fifteen pounds and one ounce. This whole parenthood thing really is a trip. I could swear this just happened yesterday.
Sigh. And it's a wonderful trip. Showers are over-rated!!
Last week while blog reading Hobo Baby smiled and grabbed at Wombat's picture. Being several months older than he makes her a Cougar right? Oh, how they grow so fast...
I just read your last post now and you know I feel your pain. I have had to miss it FOUR years in a row and each time I died a little inside. I hope something works out for you!
If not, I vote you do a Western Canada trip to Vancouver and the Okanagan and we can have a great BlogHer of our own up here! Please?!
You can shower when he's three. Just sayin'...
I know you're still coming to Chicago regardless, and you know I've told you to come see Amanda and I, so DO BOTH.
I'll even hold Wombat while you shower...
:)
You can shower when he's three. Just sayin'...
I know you're still coming to Chicago regardless, and you know I've told you to come see Amanda and I, so DO BOTH.
I'll even hold Wombat while you shower...
:)
Wow. Double comments. I am awesome.
I agree. Showers are very much over rated. That said a shower does have it's good qualities. It will make a body smell better and make you feel better. You sound like a very good mother. Just can't get enough of big baby boy. Speaking from experience cherish every monment when he is little. He will grow up faster than you can blink an eye. I know, I have a son 27 and it seems like just a while ago that he was crawling around.
I agree. Showers are very much over rated. That said a shower does have it's good qualities. It will make a body smell better and make you feel better. You sound like a very good mother. Just can't get enough of big baby boy. Speaking from experience cherish every monment when he is little. He will grow up faster than you can blink an eye. I know, I have a son 27 and it seems like just a while ago that he was crawling around.
So, it's been a few days and I think the question begs to be asked: have you squeezed in a shower yet?
So, it's been a few days and I think the question begs to be asked: have you squeezed in a shower yet?