I'll never accuse my life of being fair, that's for sure.
I hate my boyfriend.
Well, I still love him and all, but right now? I keep thinking about how quick he left. He didn't even look back once. And I know, I have a lot of insecurity issues that he can't be blamed for, but who the hell was he racing against when the cab showed up?
I'm back to the theory about him being excited to get away from me, and this time, there's no one around to disprove it. Sometimes I honestly think that we're both in over our heads. Our mutual paranoia is enough to keep the stupid thoughts coming for years, upon years upon-I'll stop there, it gets more depressing the more I continue it. Basically, we're both dumb. I'll admit it, Sam will usually admit it, and everyone who knows us just loves admitting it.
Constantly.
God knows how we manage to work it out as often as we do.
I just think that this week is going to be tough. Ten minutes after Sam left, Julia was already asking where he was. I distracted her with a snack first, then attempted to tire her out with playtime. She wears me out so quick that it's kind of pathetic; Mom's a vampire slayer, and she's still no match for the fastest crawler on the west coast. Jules can walk for short distances at a time, but that leads to tumbling. In my opinion, she knows that she's three times as quick on her hands and knees. She won't waste her time with walking unless she's trying to impress somebody.
Smart girl.
Who spent three minutes examining my phone when she found it on the coffee table. Julia likes it because it's shiny, but after losing one phone to a baby related "accident" (the small fire that she set it to--that was the accident) I had to take it away, turn it off, and shelf it. She has plenty of fake phones anyway, and they're just as appealing as the real deal. Julia just prefers mine because I have a picture of her and Sam on the background, I took it when I caught them sharing a couch nap.
It's cute, I still hate him, but it's cute.
We were just starting to have fun with the face naming game when the doorbell rang. I scooped Julia up off of the floor before she could make a crawl for it, and headed into the living room to open the door. As expected, I found Jake on the other side.
"Hey." I smiled and kissed him on the cheek, then stepped back so that he could come in. As much as I love spending time with Julia, it's a huge relief to know that I have Jake's help for the rest of the week. Jules is a handful and a half, and not the best conversationalist.
"Jay Jay!"
As if her squeal of glee wasn't enough to give me the hint, Julia stretched her arms out in Jake's direction.
"I guess I'm not good enough for her." I laughed and handed her over to say hello. She would have gotten fussy and made the first day hell for all three of us if I didn't let her have her moment to show him that she'd mastered the art of slobbery baby kisses.
It's adorable, I swear it is. And I'm not just saying that because I'm her mother.
"Thanks for coming so soon." I told Jake, closing and locking the door. "How've you been?"
[[Open for Jake]]
Well, I still love him and all, but right now? I keep thinking about how quick he left. He didn't even look back once. And I know, I have a lot of insecurity issues that he can't be blamed for, but who the hell was he racing against when the cab showed up?
I'm back to the theory about him being excited to get away from me, and this time, there's no one around to disprove it. Sometimes I honestly think that we're both in over our heads. Our mutual paranoia is enough to keep the stupid thoughts coming for years, upon years upon-I'll stop there, it gets more depressing the more I continue it. Basically, we're both dumb. I'll admit it, Sam will usually admit it, and everyone who knows us just loves admitting it.
Constantly.
God knows how we manage to work it out as often as we do.
I just think that this week is going to be tough. Ten minutes after Sam left, Julia was already asking where he was. I distracted her with a snack first, then attempted to tire her out with playtime. She wears me out so quick that it's kind of pathetic; Mom's a vampire slayer, and she's still no match for the fastest crawler on the west coast. Jules can walk for short distances at a time, but that leads to tumbling. In my opinion, she knows that she's three times as quick on her hands and knees. She won't waste her time with walking unless she's trying to impress somebody.
Smart girl.
Who spent three minutes examining my phone when she found it on the coffee table. Julia likes it because it's shiny, but after losing one phone to a baby related "accident" (the small fire that she set it to--that was the accident) I had to take it away, turn it off, and shelf it. She has plenty of fake phones anyway, and they're just as appealing as the real deal. Julia just prefers mine because I have a picture of her and Sam on the background, I took it when I caught them sharing a couch nap.
It's cute, I still hate him, but it's cute.
We were just starting to have fun with the face naming game when the doorbell rang. I scooped Julia up off of the floor before she could make a crawl for it, and headed into the living room to open the door. As expected, I found Jake on the other side.
"Hey." I smiled and kissed him on the cheek, then stepped back so that he could come in. As much as I love spending time with Julia, it's a huge relief to know that I have Jake's help for the rest of the week. Jules is a handful and a half, and not the best conversationalist.
"Jay Jay!"
As if her squeal of glee wasn't enough to give me the hint, Julia stretched her arms out in Jake's direction.
"I guess I'm not good enough for her." I laughed and handed her over to say hello. She would have gotten fussy and made the first day hell for all three of us if I didn't let her have her moment to show him that she'd mastered the art of slobbery baby kisses.
It's adorable, I swear it is. And I'm not just saying that because I'm her mother.
"Thanks for coming so soon." I told Jake, closing and locking the door. "How've you been?"
[[Open for Jake]]