I should be doing something more productive...
Lazy Sunday. Yesterday I went to Gwinn with Rocco. We had fun hitting up the St. Vinnie's there, which had a ton of awesome jewelry for me and some books for him. Afterward we came back to Marquette and had breakfast at the Coachlight, this little greasy diner on Washington St. I had the best omelette EVER. Rocco had a triple-decker BLT sandwich. It looked yummy. It reminded me of the time at Big Boy when we were coming back from downstate. It wasn't until later that I realized we hadn't stopped and looked at the bridge his company built. Sorry about that, Rocco :) Maybe sometime when the weather is more pleasant.
After I came back, I got ready for Hannah's birthday party. She was adorable, of course, and I got to give her her very first bite of ice cream. It was a lot of fun to see her attempt to play with the opened gifts instead of opening more, and she stayed up way past her bedtime thanks to all of the excitement and sugar. John and Shelly offered to let me put her to bed, which I did successfully. Yay :) She's so precious. I tried to sing her to sleep with my Carole King repertoire, but it turned out that all she needed was a bottle. It made me less scared to become a mommy.
I have this nagging feeling that I'm never going to be able to give you what you want... and the thing is, I'm torn between wanting to do it to make life easier and wanting to avoid it and avoid you because I don't care to be your friend. Ever. I'm leaning toward the latter. I've apologized for my mistake. Why again? Why now? You hated for the past two and a half months. And I found out that I really don't care. I have a sneaking suspicion that your need for a second apology is either a way to humble me, or a way for you to repair our "friendship" enough so you can chaperone me some more. Neither one sounds appealing. There's my answer.
After I came back, I got ready for Hannah's birthday party. She was adorable, of course, and I got to give her her very first bite of ice cream. It was a lot of fun to see her attempt to play with the opened gifts instead of opening more, and she stayed up way past her bedtime thanks to all of the excitement and sugar. John and Shelly offered to let me put her to bed, which I did successfully. Yay :) She's so precious. I tried to sing her to sleep with my Carole King repertoire, but it turned out that all she needed was a bottle. It made me less scared to become a mommy.
I have this nagging feeling that I'm never going to be able to give you what you want... and the thing is, I'm torn between wanting to do it to make life easier and wanting to avoid it and avoid you because I don't care to be your friend. Ever. I'm leaning toward the latter. I've apologized for my mistake. Why again? Why now? You hated for the past two and a half months. And I found out that I really don't care. I have a sneaking suspicion that your need for a second apology is either a way to humble me, or a way for you to repair our "friendship" enough so you can chaperone me some more. Neither one sounds appealing. There's my answer.