Alone
It's Friday night and I'm still waiting for my husband to get home from work. It's 7:35 p.m. I put my baby to bed, ate dinner, and now I wait. Tomorrow I get to go grocery shopping. This is probably the highlight of my week. Off to Baton Rouge, to Super Wal-Mart where I get to see other people, real people. Ethan will sit in the cart all cute-like, flirting with the women and shouting at the men. My pride and joy. I'll buy chips and frozen hot wings for D, apples and cheddar crackers and fig neutons for Ethan, frozen broccoli and whole wheat wraps and canned tuna and diet rootbeer for me. We'll leave for the store in the early afternoon and take our time. We'll smile at anyone who looks our way. We'll cruise past the baby toys and clothes, stopping to oooh and aaah at anything that strikes our fancy. Ethan will smile at me from his seat in the cart and I will wholeheartedly smile back. When we get home, Ethan will be tired and want a nap. I'll be hungry and frazzled. Unload Ethan. Unload the groceries. Change Ethan. Put him in his crib for a nap. Unload all of the grocery bags. Put everything away, in it's proper place. Wait again for D to get home. Lonely again.
posted by Sara @ 5:41 PM
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But you DO have us, your fellow cyber fitchicks. :O) just send me an email if you need some ego-boosting. Being a new mum is not easy at all! You have my total admiration for keeping it together in any way whatsoever.
On the snoring thing. I had a partner who snored like a bear every time he drank beer, which was nearly every night. I got earplugs. On nights where even that didn't dim the foghorn I kept a mattress behind the couch and slept in the lounge. It was worth it.
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