while he sleeps...
I will write, for now. If you see me end in mid-sentence, my one-toothed monster has awoken.
So, I move away from all my friends (all of which I dearly miss) and marry my best friend. Life is starting, we're on our own. Both of us are working crappy jobs, but what else is new for 20 somethings? Then I get pregnant. I didn't even get to really enjoy much time with my best friend until I have a child. My son is amazing. I love him more than anything. I can't even describe my love for him. You won't understand until you have one of your own. But I sit and think sometimes (which is what gets me in trouble) what would life be like if Adrian would have come later? I could be going to school right now, or even working another crappy job. I could NOT be living with my mom. I could actually be living in a *gasp* house and not another crappy apartment in which there is mold growing on the walls and everything litterally is falling apart. But then I stop thinking of the could be and start thinking of all the blessings I really do have. I have my son. He drives me absolutely crazy sometimes, but I love him and don't really want to know what it would be like without him. I have my husband, who selflessly goes to work every morning while I'm still comatose to support me and his son. I don't work. I stay at home every day and care for my baby. Some people think it's being lazy, but don't judge a book by it's cover. I wake up usually around 8am... feed baby, play with baby, clean, pick up after three other people that don't pick up after themselves, try to exercise cause I'm STILL overweight (not by much now), try to feed my son lunch (usually him screaming bloody murder while I try to get it in because it's not his favorite sweet potatoes every time), try to get him to take a nap, play with him, feed him, fix dinner, bathe him, try to put him to bed, do more cleaning while he sleeps... and get to bed sometime after midnight just to wake up at 8am and start all over again. It's not easy, but I don't think I would be happy doing anything else. I am happy doing this. I can't see it being any different. And now.. if you would excuse me, my one toothed monster woke up... so it's off to trying to feed him again, cause he refused lunch. blah.
So, I move away from all my friends (all of which I dearly miss) and marry my best friend. Life is starting, we're on our own. Both of us are working crappy jobs, but what else is new for 20 somethings? Then I get pregnant. I didn't even get to really enjoy much time with my best friend until I have a child. My son is amazing. I love him more than anything. I can't even describe my love for him. You won't understand until you have one of your own. But I sit and think sometimes (which is what gets me in trouble) what would life be like if Adrian would have come later? I could be going to school right now, or even working another crappy job. I could NOT be living with my mom. I could actually be living in a *gasp* house and not another crappy apartment in which there is mold growing on the walls and everything litterally is falling apart. But then I stop thinking of the could be and start thinking of all the blessings I really do have. I have my son. He drives me absolutely crazy sometimes, but I love him and don't really want to know what it would be like without him. I have my husband, who selflessly goes to work every morning while I'm still comatose to support me and his son. I don't work. I stay at home every day and care for my baby. Some people think it's being lazy, but don't judge a book by it's cover. I wake up usually around 8am... feed baby, play with baby, clean, pick up after three other people that don't pick up after themselves, try to exercise cause I'm STILL overweight (not by much now), try to feed my son lunch (usually him screaming bloody murder while I try to get it in because it's not his favorite sweet potatoes every time), try to get him to take a nap, play with him, feed him, fix dinner, bathe him, try to put him to bed, do more cleaning while he sleeps... and get to bed sometime after midnight just to wake up at 8am and start all over again. It's not easy, but I don't think I would be happy doing anything else. I am happy doing this. I can't see it being any different. And now.. if you would excuse me, my one toothed monster woke up... so it's off to trying to feed him again, cause he refused lunch. blah.