Goodbye to another summer evening. I am soooo not ready for August. Time is fast forwarding and I can't keep up. My girl is getting huge. Every evening when I get her ready for bed. I see her clothes getting tighter. Her little hair is grown into a full mullet. I trimmed her bangs but I think I made it worse. Her sweet little feet call me to kiss and tickle and pretend to chew them. She's talking a lot and building towers with her blocks. Books and Bella are the best of friends and the more the merrier. "Booh" (Pooh) bear is her fave. I cannot wait to have another one but that means that nine more months will go by and this Bella will then be playschool aged Bella and I am not ready!
I remember coming out of the newborn blur. I would hold her and rock her a little before I laid her down for the night (aka 3-4 hours) and she was so simple and perfect and I said to Tommy "Take our picture." I wanted that moment to last forever. Awwwwwwww. She was so drowsy and cuddly. Tommy thought I was being weird. What's so werid about having a picture of me putting my quickly growing baby to bed? What is weird is that I had a long cry right after the picture was taken because I realized that all those sleepless nights were going to end, and every night after her bath I was going put her to bed and when I woke up it would be another day. And that meant that I was not going to get to look at this baby, this way, for the rest of my life. I never thought that I would want that but I did.
On the flip side....
This past weekend was one of the best and worst weekends I've had in a long time. Saturday we decided to have friends over and the drinks were flowing. Bella was safely asleep. My friends, sometimes rowdy they may be, were beginning to be too rowdy for my husbands taste. He got upset.
I got upset at him for getting upset. Makes sense, huh?
Anyway, we all left and Tommy stayed home. He did not care that everyone else left but he was hurt beause I left.
I had a blast. As soon as we got to my friend's house we put on boxers and t-shirts and climbed the fense to their neighborhood pool to took that most delicous midnight swims you can only get on a July evening. After a couple hundred bad dives off the diving board we made the hilarious attempt to climb back over the fence and help each other over without dropping anyone.
Whew! That seems like it would be enough. Nope, we fired up the grill and made 8 hamburgers and 3 hotdogs with toasted buns. I had to really keep my eye on the grilltenfer since were all overserved.
Those were the most delicious hamburgers I have had in a long time. Any food mixed with that many laughs and fools all in the same place just tastes better.
Eventually we had to rest and the time was about 4am. We crashed and then the sun rose. I awoke in a king bed with 2 girls and my eyes were dry and I was so thirsty. My belt and underwires were cutting into my skin and I could only manage one uncomfortable position. I was sore from the diving but even more I was aching to see my girl.
I took my friends car and home so everyone else could sleep, I cleaned myself up a little and waited for Bella to wake up.
My husband barely spoke to me all day. I didn't care though. I had gotten away.
Summer is passing and I need to have fun with it. This time next summer I will be back in my maternity clothes and I hope not to be climbing any fences. But, that pool was like the river from Eden! I wish my husband could have shared it too.
Here's where it turns.
I go to take a nap around noon, because I was working on 3 hours of sleep. The phone rings and rings and rings. My mom was freaking out. She didn't want to be alone. I have stated before that my mother tends to work my nerves. Well, that doesn't mean I can ignore her desperation to be with me because of a problem that has haunted her for too long. She has now temporarily moved in. It's a damn good thing I got in my fun time because I am really in for some stressful moments. I'm not trying to be pecimistic I just know my mother. Helping her makes me happy but I lose myself in doing it. She has a personality disorder so, difficult is a big understatement. I must sign off before I go in to too much of that and lose my fun high. I hope I am wrong about her visit. I really do.
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