Yesterday afternoon I achieved the Holy Grail of parenthood: two siblings playing outside, together, for a good stretch of time, while I watched from inside:
Later that evening, I paid a price for my half hour of peace. At midnight I got an anxiety attack imagining the neighbors’ German Shepherd-ish puppy (the one with looooong legs) jumping our fence and mauling the girls, or at the very least traumatizing them for life. I came *this* close to waking up Pat and demanding he come up with a plan. I talked myself down, but I’m still concerned. Nothing’s happened yet, but I can just tell that dog is gonna jump the fence any day. Can we demand the neighbors do something before anything’s actually happened? Or should we preemptively put up a tall privacy fence? *Sigh*
My baby suddenly is becoming a toddler. She’s been toddling a while but now she’s getting attitude, drama, charm. She knows to say “hot” when her food is too hot. She throws herself on the floor dramatically when she wants something. She gives kisses and says “mwah.” And she screams when she doesn’t get her way. Oh man, does she scream.
The honeymoon is over with blogging. I still have lots of ideas to write about but have trouble motivating myself to write. I’m going to stick with it though. I don’t like to give up on something until I’ve given it a year.
I do want to write a series on my attempt to revamp my wardrobe and, at age 30, for the first time in my life, be a well-dressed person. I’m going to title it “Style and the Stay at Home Mom.” Get it??? But I just need to start writing.
On that note: my new jeans from Boden arrived yesterday. I showed them to Pat and he said, “Nice . . . Comfy? . . . Keep ’em.”
Trouble is, I think they’re too comfy. I think they’re going to stretch out and fall off after the first few hours (as I discussed here). I wonder if I’m just deluding myself that I need a smaller size? There’s nothing imaginary, though, about the plumber’s crack I get with my current pair of similarly-comfy-fitting jeans. *Sigh* The search continues.
Pat made himself a dentist appointment and is there now. I’m very proud of him.
Happy weekend, folks!
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