Friday, September 5, 2008
I have not had much to say lately. When one's life is going well, there isn't much to discuss; one is too busy living I suppose. However, I did get some rather unpleasant news yesterday. I am going to be a single parent for two, count them two weeks. John has to go to Las Vegas for a week and then Paris the following week. Yeah, tough life. I, on the other hand, will be juggling a baby and a job. The more I think about it, the more freaked out and stressed I become. I have always counted down the minutes until John gets home from work so that I can pass the bug on to him for a moment. It's not that I am so eager to just hand her to someone else (although at one time that was what I lived for), it's just that I need a minute to regroup. For two whole weeks, that sweet moment of clarity is gone. I am not going to lie-I am scared out of my mind. I am afraid that I will travel back in time to the days of wretched newbornhood. The very thought brings tears to my eyes. I will miss my husband desperately, but I will miss myself just as much. Le sigh.