You know you’re a parent when….

I only work 3 days a week. When I was a full timer and got shot down to part-time, I will admit I was devastated. Then I got to thinking….. this would be a pretty good time to have a baby, hmmm??? That was
almost 1.5 years ago. & now, I have the most awesome schedule ever
and I couldn’t be happier. I really hope my super, sweet boss believes
me every time we have a “talk” because I truly think this part-time
thing was meant to be and I wouldn’t want it any other way. It was
definitely Kismet- meant to be.

So, I still have vacation days. There was a Friday free, and I grabbed it. I also took the Monday off as well. That makes for a very nice 6 day weekend. My hard-working husband who owns his own
construction company + works 3 days a week at one of his dads gigs
((hey- it’s Michigan, the real estate market isn’t selling like hot
cakes these days)) took Friday off as well.

Awesome! We ask Momma J ((Hubs mommy)) to take B overnight. ((She would normally have him Fridays anyway- so we said how does a sleep over + us picking him up at 5 pm sound?? Otherwise you wouldn’t see him
for like a WEEK!!! ::GASP!:: ))

JEEBUS!

What were we to do???

We thought about going “up north” to the casino for the night- but let’s face it. We don’t really have much extra money to screw around with. O.K. We’ll go to a movie.

We went to see, “The Other Guys.” Yo- I thought it was pretty damn funny. So did Hubs. Ummm, the other 3 people in the movie theater??? ((It was a Thursday, mind you)) no laughing. What-so-ever.

I admit it: I dig Ferrell. And Marky- Mark is hot. Yummmm.

Ok, I’ll also admit that we are in our mid to late 20′s…. and we decided to kick it old school and sneak in a bottle of cherry flavored vodka to spike our Sierra Mist with. ::dies with laughter:: yes, that
may have played a role in how funny the movie ended up being.

Anyway- we get home. ((If you are at all related to us, I suggest you stop reading now Love ya!! ))

Adult activity, adult activity, etc, etc. Sleeep.

Morning: Adult activity. ((You simply can’t indulge in this behavior when your child wakes up at the ass crack of dawn))

Lay around, lay around, ::la ti da… day off… lounge… movies… lounge… be lazzzzy… lounge::

Me: “I thought we were going to the beach.” ((Gets ready for said beach))

Husband: -2ish’ oclock “Not really in the mood for beach.” Some more la-ti-da….

(( Do you get the idea that I really don’t know how to function without my child??? ))

Me: “Why is it that whenever B is home, we always have these ideas of doing this, this, and this. But we end up saying… No. We can’t go do that right now. We have the baby. Buttttt, when we actually have no
baby at all, all we ever do is pine for him????”

Yah. I know we said 5:00 was pick up time- but it’s 3ish… and we’re going to pick up my Braxtyn.

It’s only been a day and a half- but I miss him like crazy and so does he. When I get to the in-laws, he only wants me. I try to set him down, and he screams bloody murder. I hold him some more and then try
to get him to go to daddy and he ignores the direction and comes
crawling to me, tries to climb up my leg.

I know this stage won’t last forever. I’m sure some people would see it as an inconvenience. But I want to breathe it in and make it last forever. I want to hold my breath until it hurts. I don’t want it to
pass. I love having this feeling… the feeling that someone needs me
this much.