okay so I cant sleep in anymore.
Its not too bad to just wake up and see a few (many many many ) orange glows outside the window. And besides - it really isn't the worst thing to begin waking up early. I know -- its the final sign that one has grown up - and so what - nothing like having a baby to drive home the point.
One has to actually be frickin responsible all the time.
Okay so that means I have to make - "make" a breakfast each morning. So what? Nothing can really perk one up better than the smell of a well-cooked (Fill in the blanks - omlette/pancake/...?)
Okay so I can't watch tv anymore, really.
Well nothing like watching tom and jerry or gummy bears to really drive the sillies out of the head.
Okay so I can never really talk to my spouse ever again. ever since our son turned 3 - his favorite response to seeing his parents talk is "mommy - daddy - I want to talk too!"
Encouraging social development is a great goal but it spells a dry dry spell for parental inter-relationship. Oh so what? Time to make the most of 5-minute morning conversation or a hurried at-work phonecall or nothing is as hell-sweet as a 30-minute tv session once the child hits the sack. The sweetness only earned from 2-hours of wishing for some deserved quiet-time.
And that brings me to the mother of all grouches - no me-time! Bath time is a kid sobbing at the door. Reading time is a kid jumping on the lap. Tv time is a kid sulking to get his own tv show. OH joy.
So - give the child a puzzle while one showers. Bargain for tv time and get my lazy ass to read instead of gorging on tv once the chlid is in bed.
Now Im developing new ideas: take the child to the library and read there while the kid runs riot on toys. Give the child a drawing book so I can do my cartooning on the side.
So there - worry number 3 - I can never have my life back is gone.
Besides - was my old 'life' so worthy of regret? I never had anyone sob for me. Or stop crying just because I hugged them. Or ever asked me - how long can I hug your tummy before you get mad? Jeez, lets get real.
Its not too bad to just wake up and see a few (many many many ) orange glows outside the window. And besides - it really isn't the worst thing to begin waking up early. I know -- its the final sign that one has grown up - and so what - nothing like having a baby to drive home the point.
One has to actually be frickin responsible all the time.
Okay so that means I have to make - "make" a breakfast each morning. So what? Nothing can really perk one up better than the smell of a well-cooked (Fill in the blanks - omlette/pancake/...?)
Okay so I can't watch tv anymore, really.
Well nothing like watching tom and jerry or gummy bears to really drive the sillies out of the head.
Okay so I can never really talk to my spouse ever again. ever since our son turned 3 - his favorite response to seeing his parents talk is "mommy - daddy - I want to talk too!"
Encouraging social development is a great goal but it spells a dry dry spell for parental inter-relationship. Oh so what? Time to make the most of 5-minute morning conversation or a hurried at-work phonecall or nothing is as hell-sweet as a 30-minute tv session once the child hits the sack. The sweetness only earned from 2-hours of wishing for some deserved quiet-time.
And that brings me to the mother of all grouches - no me-time! Bath time is a kid sobbing at the door. Reading time is a kid jumping on the lap. Tv time is a kid sulking to get his own tv show. OH joy.
So - give the child a puzzle while one showers. Bargain for tv time and get my lazy ass to read instead of gorging on tv once the chlid is in bed.
Now Im developing new ideas: take the child to the library and read there while the kid runs riot on toys. Give the child a drawing book so I can do my cartooning on the side.
So there - worry number 3 - I can never have my life back is gone.
Besides - was my old 'life' so worthy of regret? I never had anyone sob for me. Or stop crying just because I hugged them. Or ever asked me - how long can I hug your tummy before you get mad? Jeez, lets get real.
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