| Monday, May 16, 2005 |
| Beaver Dam |
I gave away my child yesterday. I could no longer keep her because I HAVE NO BABYSITTER for two weeks! Can I get a Hoo-Rah? I found a licensed day care provider in MY OWN NEIGHBORHOOD last Friday and she only watches 6 kids. That's right, I can skateboard Lauren over to her house if I wanted (but do not recommend).
Things are a little complicated because she is pregnant and due in August, but Rance and I are trying to come up with alternate daycare solutions, or ADS. This is better than no alternate daycare solutions, which would only leave us with NADS. And we definitely don't want to leave Lauren with...okay...I'm crossing into the realm of blogging no mans land. Earth to crayonz.
We dropped off Lauren with the ever-capable, ever-entertaining Grandpa Miller last night. Knowing that I may not see her for an entire week made me put on my stoic game face. I was not going to cry. No sir, er, or ma'am.
I have things to do. I have menus to plan. I have to exercise. I have a house to pick up and tiny pink clothes to wash. I have hills to climb, buildings to construct, and airplanes to pilot. So what have I been doing all evening, you may, but probably won't ask? I've been organizing my digital photos into all sorts of descriptive folders: Lauren with Granny Grin, Lauren with Daddy, Lauren's First Easter, Lauren with Farley, Lauren wondering why Mommy left her alone, Lauren wishing Mommy was here, Lauren crying out for...
Whoa, I lost myself for a second (or possibly this entire post). I'm doing okay, really. It's somewhat relaxing to sit at the computer and not have to worry if Lauren is snacking on Farley's dog food or rewiring the house. I feel...almost...guilty. So this is what it was like before Lauren arrived to turn our lives upside down? I can hardly remember. Although it is relaxing, it is also very quiet, lonely, and calm. Even the dogs are looking at me, "Hey, what did you do with that toy you brought home a few months ago? Sure, give us something to play with and just send it away with no warning. I'm going to go sulk now. What kind of mother are you? WHOA, is that a milkbone in your hand? Forget what I said, I love you mom!"
I'd best be off to cook dinner. I wonder what little Spunkin is doing right now. Building a beaver dam perhaps? She's crafty like that. |
| posted by ieatcrayonz @ 5/16/2005 |
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