So now that I am a full blown working gal again, I have two
things to report:
1)
I have considerably less time for Real
Housewives marathons, so you peeps are going to have to help keep me up to date
here. These are my predictions for the OC—Tamra and Gretchen are going to have
some girl-on-girl action, and Vicki is going to find out and go totally bat
shit at some cocktail party and drunkenly try to hit on Eddy, causing Brooks to
tell her to “fill her own damn tank” and say peace out. Meanwhile, Alexis is going to leave that
asshat of hers and try her hand at the sex toy business a la Kandi on ATL. Oh and for those Jersey bitches, I’m pretty
sure Teresa is planning total world domination, and I love her for that.
2)
I am officially needier than my 10 month old
son. Now that I am working, Bug is getting to spend a lot of time being babysat
by his family. That’s not to say that they haven’t babysat him before. But now
I’m gone gone, not just taking a
shower. But here’s what sucks about realizing you have a perfectly independent
and well-adjusted toddler. He could have cared less about the fact that I was
gone. I, of course, freaked out all day and almost cried once because all I
could imagine was Bug sitting alone in his highchair whimpering for his mom. In
reality, he spent half the time playing in the hot tub and the other half
snuggling…with his grandpa…totally fine…completely entertained. Granted, when I got home, he is happy to see
me and gives me a good cuddle, but he is completely un-traumatized. I should
have breastfed him longer….
Love,
mama & b
(Disclaimer: I want to make it perfectly clear that I am
THRILLED that my son is so comfortable around his friends and family and does
not freak out when I’m gone. But it’s nice to be needed some times...Hey
Ryan: I dedicate this song to you…)
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