I had a really fun night out, while Jen stayed home and watched Lila. My best friend had a headlining stand up gig and I felt it was important that I was there. Of course it probably didn’t help that I got a ride home from two of the ‘cool girls’ from high school. For the record, they are still cool. Jen is the best though, and she is going to love the B&B that I booked for us to enjoy in Vermont.
I gave up complaining for lent. Made it all the way until this morning, when…
I was awoken by painful cramping from something I ate last night.
Lila peed all over the place.
Max threw up right outside the bathroom door and I stepped in it on my way out of the shower.
Sorry Jesus, I’m out.
This morning I dared myself to walk to the end of a frigid, windy, deserted pier and then I did it. Sometimes coffee just isn’t enough.
monstertm said: Ooo! Where are you guys going?
Vermont. I had a dude trip planned, but the dudes backed out (as dudes will do). I was going to just cancel it, but why? Jen and I could definitely use some quiet time away. And my mother is like a rabid animal about seeing the baby, so why not make everyone happy? It’s going to be really hard leaving her though, screams and all. Anyway, thank you all for the replies. You rock!
Is it strange that I’m not worried about leaving Lila with my parents this weekend? I mean they are my parents. They didn’t drop me.
I dunno, people I have told seem to be surprised that we’d leave her behind this early. Is this something that people never do? I mean, we will definitely miss her a lot, but it’s only 48 hours. I was going either way so, if Jen is cool with coming along, that is great with me. She could definitely use the break.
And my mother is thrilled. Just seems like a win win win win to me.
I’m pretty sure my wife doesn’t know about this blog.
I don’t hide it well, but I’ve also never mentioned it to her. This isn’t for unsavory reasons, or anything like that, I think I just prefer the freedom (or illusion thereof) to speak my mind without worrying about repercussions.
Not that I ever really say anything that bad.
To be honest, I think my only anxiety about her knowing is that she might not care or bother to read it anyway.