This is entry number 501, since I've been using Movable Type. (Movable Type is the schmancy interface that lets me stick all my thoughts and nonsense up here.) Which means I've entered 500 other thoughts besides this one. And before I used Movable Type, I used Blogger. Blogger has many entries as well. I don't know how many. They currently live in limbo with the unbaptised children who are "without grievous personal sin, and are excluded from the beatific vision on account of original sin alone."
Those ideas were not, alas, baptised by Movable Type.
My point, however, and I do have one, is that I shock myself with my ability to be such a creative genius and write so much Pulitzer prize nominated material. Wow! Go me! Yeehaw! And I often think that I don't have anything to say.
So if I've got nothing to say, then nothing is p-lenty for me.
mommy needs fun, too!
I went out to dinner with BoPeep tonight. We laughed so hard and spend about two hours in the restaurant. How fancy is that?!
BoPeep's daughter is a month or two old. She's loud and she cries a lot. But BoPeep and Candoo love her so much that everything she does is funny and sweet to them. Even not funny and not sweet things.
Apparently the baby, tentatively named Swoopy, had times when she screams a lot and "flips out". That's how BoPeep describes it. In the story I heard, Candoo was holding her when she was having her extraordinary screaming session and looked down into her contorted, unhappy face and smiled, saying this:
Look at this angry baby! Oh, what an angry baby! Why are you so angry? Why? Oh, little angry baby. Who's an angry baby?
Then he cuddled her up and walked her around until she wasn't quite such an angry baby. BoPeep laughs now, too.
Still, she needs some time for herself. And she got some Dotty time. Who wouldn't want more of that?! (don't answer that, please)
She was telling me about a parenting magazine she was reading that talked about making sure that moms get some time away, some private mommy time. There were lots of examples of people slipping away for a few hours when no one was looking. Then there was an example of a woman who took a week's vacation from work, but didn't tell her husband. Every day she'd get up and get ready for work. Every day she wouldn't go to work, but would do something fun, insstead.
As interesting as that story is, I can't help thinking that there are going to be some other problems that will arise in that relationship. "Oh, I didn't tell you that I was actually going to the beach and reading? How did I forget? I was sure I told you...and did you pick up the parallel bars from the gym? I'm hoping to get my career as a gymnast going soon..."
Not necessarily a good thing. But definitely interesting.
And so, I was thrilled to be going to dinner with BoPeep and having some sanctioned mommy time all to myself while she got some Dotty time in exchange. Yes. A good night.
Posted by dotty at June 10, 2005 11:58 PM