The other night Ryan and I went to see X-Men (gosh
we love movies!) It's so good - do yourself a favor and go see it as soon as possible and while you're doing urgent things to increase your happiness - go buy a bag of these chips too.
we love movies!) It's so good - do yourself a favor and go see it as soon as possible and while you're doing urgent things to increase your happiness - go buy a bag of these chips too. Be careful, if you eat them while watching X-Men you might think you're in heaven.
That night after the movie I walked into a public bathroom all by myself - I wasn't pushing a stroller or a shopping cart, I didn't have a child on my hip, I wasn't holding my toddler's hand, I wasn't even carrying a purse - honestly I almost felt naked.
It's kind of incredible how the simple things can become such a big deal. This next tid bit might be too much information for some of you (consider yourself warned)... I almost never go to the bathroom alone - yes, my children are that close to me all. the. time. I'm not complaining it's just a factoid about my life right now. My children are like semi-attached (or semi-removable, depending on the day) appendages. We function as one clumsy body working our way from one room of the house to next, to the trampoline, to the car, to the store, to the library, munching on goldfish and fruit, drinking from the same water bottle, we exist together - we three sharing a small circumference of daily life. Always, I am aware of their presence, waiting for the next question, next story, next "look mom", next jabbering crawl up my legs, the next spontaneous hug. I live every hour of the day with and for my sweet extra appendages and our neverending soundtrack.
So that night when I walked into the bathroom all by myself, I felt strange and free - no one to talk to, no one to touch, no one to take care of. I breathed, I did my thing, I washed my hands - it was the most pleasant pee I've had in a long while. (I know, some of you think I'm totally crazy, others... completely understand)
But then my arms felt so useless and bored... my extra appendages, they were far from me and I missed them. (It's amazing what 2 hours can do for your soul.)
5 comments:
So true. I love them...and I need a break from them every once in a while. Breaks always make me appreciate and love them more.
i heard people talk about this before a had a kid and i just didn't get it. it's a fascinating phase of life that we will look back on with the fondest memories.
Oh Christine how I love your posts. You have a gift a wonderful gift with words, and I look forward to reading your blog and get so excited when I see that there is a new update I have yet to read! ps- those chips are divine and addicting I will have to go pick up a bag we can share next time you come to visit!
Well I may just have to go buy something that is NOT on sale and I do NOT have a coupon for, blast. And this post was so timely for me as I have recently developed a new appendage...I feel like I follow in your footsteps in so many ways, little sister, and this is no exception. As I carry my big baby around constantly on my hip (rather than let her hang on to my skirt til she pulls it off) I keep thinking, "this will be kinda like having twins, except one of them will be really heavy." Oh but it IS wonderful to be needed again in that sweet, simple way, I must say.
Ah. I love it. I love that your children follow with you EVERYWHERE, I was always a little self-conscious that I was the only one that had to bring the whole troupe when I use the facilities.
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