Summer Stress Fest 2007 is over folks. The school books have all been delivered (well, mostly), the extracurricular activities have been decided upon (if not registered for), and my week is taking shape. I've got our monthly events mapped out (canoe trips! races! other stuff!). When my husband came home tonight we managed a compromise on our biggest issue and it isn't what we both planned all year, but it will work best for the family. When the decision was made I immediately felt so much better.
And I know, I know. This is all small potatoes. I remember when my daughter was 18 months old and I thought the Mommy and Me gym class was important - that it mattered. In reality, 18 months old is waaaaay too young for a child to get much out of any activity and I could have saved that cash on a much needed date with my husband. But you know, I suppose when it's the first child, this is just something that has to work itself out. And that's why sometimes being second is good. I don't worry as much about Linus. I am less anxious, even when I have good reason to flip out about things. I love him. I enjoy him. I treasure the baby words instead of worrying about when he will say the "L" sound. ("I wuv you, Mommy" sounds so cute)
And I mentioned it in the comments the other day, but I'll say it again. I hope everyone understands that 90% of what I write, I write in jest. It may be that I am not nearly as funny as I think I am (my husband insists this is the case). But the days can be difficult for all of us. I just prefer to keep my
poorly composed stream of consciousness babbling "writing" light here.