I've had lots of ideas for posts brewing the past few days, but haven't gotten around to it yet. And I'm not going to tonight either. I'm just going to ramble about my comings and goings of late.
Yesterday, today and tomorrow, T-rav and I are parents. Why, you ask? Well, my good friend had a sudden business trip to Vegas and since we have repeatedly offered to watch her kid, she decided to take us up on the offer for once. We (well, mostly T-rav because I'm working and he's not) have picked him up from day care, fed him dinner, played, watched Elmo upwards of 7 times in 2 days, tried to give a bath, put him to bed, listened to him toss and turn and pitifully cry out "mama" each time he woke up...in other words, all the real parent stuff. All in all, it's been enjoyable and we would volunteer to do it again. Though this does not mean I'm planning on having my own kid to care for (I should add anytime soon to this statement, lest you think I never want any kids).
Aside from playing "dad," T-rav has been the housewife (or houseman, as he prefers) for the last month. Our house has never been cleaner...except for the times when I'm not at school 50 hours a week. My laundry even gets folded and put away in my drawers. It's fantastic!
I started my Irish dance class. I love it. One hour a week is not enough. I would do it all day if I could. Every day. And then I would have the Most Amazing Calves Ever.
I miss my vespa.*
On a side note: are you an organ donor? We're watching Return to Me as I type this, and I was just wondering why a person would not want to be an organ donor. It's not like you need your parts once you're dead...
*Nothing is wrong with vespa, it's just too cold to ride right now.
12 comments:
Fautie rambles back:
I am an organ donor.
Watching someone else's child is nice but it does not even begin to reach or give you the same level of being a parent. So this does not count. Being a parent means having your own child to care for and going through ALL the ups and downs that come over lengthy periods of time. It also means when they call out for Mama in the night it is you they want-because they love you and trust you like nobody else ever will. I hope someday you will desire that experience.
What happened to your Vespa?
Fautie Hill
Yes, what did happen to your Vespa?
Houseman sounds good. I've been using the term househusband but it doesn't work as well.
I'm an organ donor but P is not. It's because he missed the box that you check on your drivers license application and has never corrected it when renewing. I'd like to donate whatever organs possible and I'd also like to donate my body to a cadaver lab. I love cadaver labs.
Well, if you're signing up to watch children, put me on the waiting list.
Joe and I are both organ donors.
Except I want him to keep it a secret until the last possible minute because I have an EXTREME fear that some transplant-happy doctor is going to find out I'm an organ donor and then convince Joe to pull the plug right before I miraculously open my eyes, fully-recovered.
Yay for babysitting! I'm sure you and T-rav are having fun. Are you watching Grayden?
J is an organ donor, but I'm not at present. When I was 16 and getting my license, I was too excited to start driving and didn't want to think hard about donating my organs when filling out the paperwork. I've often thought about switching to be a donor, but have never gotten around to it. Maybe I will soon, since I'm going to need a new license.
I'm curious to hear your thoughts.
Did the first two people not read the footnote. Th vespa is fine. Pay attention dad! haha
I am not an organ donor. Do you think when we get ressurected we'll get our organs back, or maybe we'll get new ones since someone else is using ours haaaaaaahaha.
I cant imagine anyone ever calling you momma. its just too wierd!
Props to trav for being the houseman.
One problem/fear that some encounter with being an organ donor is that if you are injured seriously, heaven forbid, the doctors might be too anxious to harvest your organs for someone else instead of treating you.
If T-Rav gets bored, our bathtub is in serious need of some good old fashion elbow grease. Please, send him over!
I'm a organ donor...woo hoo!!
As for kids, they are a lot of work, so wait until you are ready. Then when you do have them it is SOOOO awesome and totally worth it.
Kristi
I paid attention. The footnote was added after my very first post on this thread.
And to the person who said wait till you are ready to have kids, after having four, three of whom have flown the coop, I am convinced one is never ready to have them.
Just my take on things.
I could be wrong though I rarely am................Just kidding...haahahahaaaaa!
Fautie Hill
I'm pretty sure other people having kids is basically much more fun than my having kids. I'm loving my niece, for instance. I see her once or twice a week for a couple of hours, and then it's my brother-in-law who deals with the diapers, and my sister who gets up at 3 a.m. to pacify the little thing.
And much more important than my being an organ donor, I am terribly envious of your Irish dancing. I fear I will always be too jiggly . . .
I have organs
Mammallamma says that maybe I asked you to help with your little baby sister Kater too much and that turned you off to having kids!!!
Having children is well worth it, I will say, and I have loved everyone of you, even the birthing part, which was the WORST with you!! But like Fautie said, I had 3 more after you and survived every one.
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