I love to sleep in now on weekend mornings while my kids either sleep in themselves or play quietly in their rooms. I love to spontaneously zip out the front door on some hairbrained scheme or other involving fun sans carefully packed diaper bag, stroller, and full complement of age-appropriate car seats. I love that my husband can now come home from work and suggest that we go out to dinner while the two eldest co-babysit. I love that I'm not living in a state of near-constant pregnancy induced nausea. I love that I'm no longer diabetic, anemic or toxic. I love that I no longer live for naps or nap to live. I love having a 13 year old in my life. I love the journey of living with progressively older kids. I think that these must be the salad days. No one pees themselves still and no one yet desires to leave the home.
A guy just rang our doorbell. He had the world's cutest baby strapped to his chest. I didn't hear a word he said because she was smiling at me. The scene I lived through just now is essentially porn for peri-menopausal women. I lose myself and no longer feel obligated to follow societal rules of politeness when I see their chubby thighs. The conversation of their parents no longer holds any interest for me. It's all I can to refrain from very disconcertingly pressing my nose into the soft folds of their necks. I love them. But, for the first time I realize with certainty that I'm no longer for that world.
I love to sleep in now on weekend mornings while my kids either sleep in themselves or play quietly in their rooms. I love to spontaneously zip out the front door on some hairbrained scheme or other involving fun sans carefully packed diaper bag, stroller, and full complement of age-appropriate car seats. I love that my husband can now come home from work and suggest that we go out to dinner while the two eldest co-babysit. I love that I'm not living in a state of near-constant pregnancy induced nausea. I love that I'm no longer diabetic, anemic or toxic. I love that I no longer live for naps or nap to live. I love having a 13 year old in my life. I love the journey of living with progressively older kids. I think that these must be the salad days. No one pees themselves still and no one yet desires to leave the home.
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I've found a favorite red wine. It's Conchay Toro's Winemaker's Lot 148 Carmenere (2008) from Chile. Apparently I have a bit of a predisposition to Chilean wines. Check it out and let me know if you like it as much as I do.
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