Today was the first WHOLE day I have spent in the same state as my children since Sunday...not that long...but long enough to get used to pooping without interruption...eating food from a menu that doesn't include chicken fingers or french fries...not having to pick up random crap off the floor...wondering what happened to my life? This sooo isn't how I pictured it. Sometimes I joke that the wires got crossed somewhere...and that no way...no how is this supposed to be my life. I should be living in a too small, over priced apt. in NYC...scooting out for cosmos with my girl Ang...giggling over her Stuart Weitzman obsession and my new love for all things Michael Kors...our jobs would be very important...vague, but important. Hers would involve international travel...mine, not so much. There would be no time for pets or children...no time for that...there would be time for Bloomingdales...and fun drinks and serious conversation...there would be men in our lives...of course...but we are more important to them than they are to us...there would be weekends in the Hamptons...
Instead...I wish you could see me right now...sitting in the middle of a dining room, listening to Big sing that damn Feist song...1234...completely off key...(I wonder where he gets it?) and Little yelling about the dog...
I hate the re-entry into my life after a trip away for work...a trip where I don't have to make my bed or pick up my towel or answer to anyone. It usually takes me a little while to get back in the groove. This is no exception. I know that I wouldn't trade my kids for anything...but sometimes when I get a glimpse of what I think I could have LOVED...I get a little sad.
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I hear you sister... my weeks in the city last month did me WRONG in the mommy department. In my alternate fantasy-world I am always "A # 1" to your "top of the heap"
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