Showing posts with label sorry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sorry. Show all posts

Monday, February 9, 2009

An open apology to everyone

To my friends and family who I rarely talk to, (I'm trying)

I don't often make plans.
I hear it ring, but don't pick up the phone.
I miss political events, and have a million recommendation letters to do for folks who want jobs.
I *usually* remember to empty the litter box.
I fell asleep during the pro bowl last night.
I'm not as punctual as I used to be. I actually get to the office at about 8:45, instead of 7:30, and sometimes more like 9am.

I watched many of you with kids, and could never figure it out. I mean, how hard could it be? I was always the girl at the party talking to the guys because the mommys were all in the kitchen talking about diapers and boring stuff like babies. I'm one of you now. (Well, it might be more likely that I will let you hold my baby at the party so I can go have fun with the guys, but that remains to be seen.)
For every time I walked into the house of a stay at home mom and couldn't figure out why it was a mess when she was just home all day with the kids...I apologize, for thinking it, because, man I was wrong!
We are going to hire someone to come to the house one day per week so Big Man can sleep. Sleep! We are going to pay someone, so my husband can be upstairs and sleep undisturbed once in the middle of his work week! Two months ago I would have scoffed at the thought, because, how hard could it be??
Sometimes I still think it's not that hard. Dani sleeps like a champ at night, so I'm pretty lucky. She only gets up once. Big Man cooks dinner every week night, so I come home to a hot meal. (For the record, he used way too much thyme on the ham steaks he made tonight so I didn't really eat the dinner, but I digress. He's a man, and a good cook, and I'm damn lucky.)
I wish I could say that it will get better soon and I will magically reappear in your life, answer the phone, and clean my house, but we are planning on trying for baby number 2 in a few weeks. So, now's the time to drag me out for dinner and drinks before I get knocked up all over again and it gets even harder.

Sorry! But can you blame me? Isn't she just the cutest little bean?