UFFDA! I feel like I went back in time to 3 months ago. Overly tired and easily irritable. However, this time, it isn't because of Berklee (mostly). Last night I kept hearing loud pops coming from behind our house. I got up to look out the window and could see 3 little flames, like from a lighter, at our fence line. It scared me, Matt was at class and I was home alone with the baby. Harvey was home but he is no attack dog. He is a lover not a fighter and afraid of EVERYTHING, he was actually under the bed growling; very helpful in making me freak out more. I couldn't help but think, are they waiting to see someone in a window and fire something at that person, waiting for someone to come outside and attack them? I called Matt and told him what I saw/heard. He was just about home and when he was pulling in saw 3 teens taking off towards the pond in our neighborhood. This all occured at 10:00. It was quiet for awhile then the noises began again until probably midnight, finally I could sleep. 4 AM baby girl woke up happy/sad, you know, all baby bipolar. She is happy to see me because I can feed her, but pissed because I am not feeding her at that EXACT moment. 4 AM, ugh, the time change. We fall asleep for barely an hour more and then it's up for the day. YAY ( insert sarcasm).
So, mama needs a pot of coffee, but only because it isn't socially acceptable to have a drink this early. Yes I am tired. Yes I am a tad grumpier than usual. But what really has me needing that drink is what hit me this morning, and it hit be like a brick to the face. I HAVE A GIRL. In 16 short years those popping sounds may be rocks being thrown up at her window instead of (what we can only assume were) bottle rockets. The boys that were out and about causing ruckus are the same boys that will be chasing after her. And if time goes by as fast as it has, it will be here before we know it.
Don't blink
Don't wish time away
Savor the days you need coffee, and dread the days you need something stronger.
I am here NOW with a 3 month old baby girl, a skidish dog, and a busy, but loving husband. And I will enjoy every last drop.
You're so right, Heidi! And I'd like to tell you it gets easier, but it doesn't. It just gets different! Addison is 4 (seriously? 4?) and I'm already missing the things that I was wishing away when she was a newborn. Time is a funny thing. It doesn't seem possible that 4 years have passed yet it's hard to imagine our lives before she was born!
ReplyDeleteI just noticed this comment K'Lyn. Addison is so stinking cute! I hear she has a fun personality too. Hope all is well.
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