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Getting my Own Life in 2008

Thursday, January 3, 2008


Before I had a kid, I had an interesting, dynamic life with goals and dreams and skads of independence. And I SWORE that if I decided to have a kid, the little bugger was NOT going to take over my life and make me a weepy puddle of co-dependent indecisiveness. HAH!

I just didn't have the energy to fight biology like that. I wanted to give him all my attention, I wanted to put my life on hold to hang out with him and play "Rat talks to Police Car" and now he goes to school in September, and I'm bumming out.

Right now, we spend Tues and Thursday together + the weekends. Now he'll be in school 4 hours in the morning and then will come home and nap, so essentially I won't see him until 3:00 on Tuesday and Thursday. This is giving me the weepy puddle feeling.

Yes, he needs it. Yes, he'll love it. Yes, I will adapt. But it sucks. And now I have to shelve the rubber rat and rediscover my priorities. It just doesn't sound as fun, quite honestly.

posted by Rocky
11:42 AM

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