So back in May I wrote this poor pitiful me entry about how depressed I was about the way my life has turned out. I think I'm done mourning.
Despite some of the mishaps here in New Orleans, this summer has been a good one. I realize that I LOVE being an aunt. Not a momma, but an aunt. Being an aunt means you don't do midnight wake-up calls (poor Molly and Eric), you don't spend your whole week cleaning your home only to have dozens of kiddos come and destroy it at your children's birthday party (great party by the way, Jess!). What it does mean is you can give them ice cream before dinner, you can take them to Chuck E Cheese and at the end of the day you return them to their rightful owners!
I also realize just how much I appreciate my 98 Honda CRV. Its paid for!!! I love my one bedroom apartment. When something is broken, I call maintenance. It takes me 2 hours tops to deep clean the place.
Finally, being single means I can pack up and go whenever and whereever I'd like.
I'm blessed. I'd still like to lose some weight but hey, we can't have it all, now can we? So as I long as I don't watch 'A Wedding Story or 'A Baby Story' I'm fine for now.
1 comment:
Amen Janie! There are times that I wish someone else had diaper duty, midnight wake-ups, AND Chuck-E-Cheese! (Seriously... have you see the people that let their children run wild at that place? It wouldn't take much to leave C-E-C with extra children... and no one would even notice!)
Midnight calls... Some days I just want to sleep...other days, it warms my heart to hear the little voice on the other end of the baby monitor calling, "Up please Mommy."
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