Friday, January 06, 2012
But the rest of us…
Well… I for one am off to Chicago for the weekend with two of my best friends, whom I’ve known since elementary school orchestra—off to eat and shop and gaze at artwork and drink mocktails and probably not be called a MILF this year, alas.
I got teary-eyed last night when I thought about being away from the toddler for THREE WHOLE DAYS—and then I got teary-eyed when she woke me up at 6:30am after having been up for two hours in the night for no apparent reason other than she wanted to hang out with us in bed to serenade us with a song that went a little something like: “Mama bed…and daddy bed…and baby bed…and [name withheld] new bed!”
Even though I’m starting to really feel this pregnancy, I can think of nothing nicer than being stuck in an uncomfortable airplane seat alone (well, “alone”), eating my cheese and crackers in peace. And peeing solo for THREE WHOLE DAYS? My holidays have just begun.
photo courtesy clarita, morgueFile