"I was alone.... I was all by myself... no one was looking... I was thinking of you..." Green Day
So 7 is down in LA all week for training. I'm going to go visit him tomorrow and we're going out for a friend's birthday. It'll be nice to have a kid free date night. I went out to find an outfit to wear since everything else I have to go out in has been worn to death and it's all getting rather baggy. I need bras desperately too. Shopping with two little ones is a bit trying. The double stroller doesn't fit in the trunk of my car very well so I took the single. That leaves Oliver to walk beside it. And to run off. And to hide in the clothes and play peek-a-boo and crawl under the dressing room doors and make mommy crazy. So the shopping trip was a doozy.
I hate it when 7 leaves. The saying "Absence makes the heart grow fonder" couldn't be truer in my case. I start to get really grumpy when we get close to him leaving because I know I'm going to miss him terribly. Then while he's gone, we call each other all the time, get all starry eyed and act goofy like we did when we were dating. Then when he comes home I love him like crazy again until he forgets to take out the trash or something stupid like that. I'm fickle I guess.
Don't get me wrong, I always love him dearly and he's my best friend in the world, but I let little things get under my skin and fester and make me not like him sometimes. I wish I weren't like that, but then again, he could just change the way he does things that bug me and we wouldn't have any problem. Heehee, like either of us are going to change like that. We're both very set in our ways.
I'm rather proud of myself this time. Last time 7 had to go out of town for a few days I was very paranoid and scared of people breaking in. I kept the kids in my bed with me and even locked the bedroom door. This time I'm feeling pretty comfortable in my home. I even left the bedroom door open last night. I can't do much about the kids sleeping with me since both of them are a sick right now. It's near impossible to get them out of there when they feel icky. Oh well, they keep me warm.
Ah, tomorrow night 7 can keep me warm with no little people to get between us... unless we pick up a few midgets at the bar!
So 7 is down in LA all week for training. I'm going to go visit him tomorrow and we're going out for a friend's birthday. It'll be nice to have a kid free date night. I went out to find an outfit to wear since everything else I have to go out in has been worn to death and it's all getting rather baggy. I need bras desperately too. Shopping with two little ones is a bit trying. The double stroller doesn't fit in the trunk of my car very well so I took the single. That leaves Oliver to walk beside it. And to run off. And to hide in the clothes and play peek-a-boo and crawl under the dressing room doors and make mommy crazy. So the shopping trip was a doozy.
I hate it when 7 leaves. The saying "Absence makes the heart grow fonder" couldn't be truer in my case. I start to get really grumpy when we get close to him leaving because I know I'm going to miss him terribly. Then while he's gone, we call each other all the time, get all starry eyed and act goofy like we did when we were dating. Then when he comes home I love him like crazy again until he forgets to take out the trash or something stupid like that. I'm fickle I guess.
Don't get me wrong, I always love him dearly and he's my best friend in the world, but I let little things get under my skin and fester and make me not like him sometimes. I wish I weren't like that, but then again, he could just change the way he does things that bug me and we wouldn't have any problem. Heehee, like either of us are going to change like that. We're both very set in our ways.
I'm rather proud of myself this time. Last time 7 had to go out of town for a few days I was very paranoid and scared of people breaking in. I kept the kids in my bed with me and even locked the bedroom door. This time I'm feeling pretty comfortable in my home. I even left the bedroom door open last night. I can't do much about the kids sleeping with me since both of them are a sick right now. It's near impossible to get them out of there when they feel icky. Oh well, they keep me warm.
Ah, tomorrow night 7 can keep me warm with no little people to get between us... unless we pick up a few midgets at the bar!
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