After moaning dramatically to several people about how our kid never stops crying, she is having Perfect Angel days, two in a row specifically where she can sit quietly for more than thirty seconds and more importantly, still wants her naps. Hmm, maybe she isn't satan's spawn, maybe it was the horrible flu I hacked all over her last week. So we are back in love. It's all I can do not to poke her sweet little sleeping face and ask her to play with me. But I don't, because I'm not STUPID. I am however, a little dull. Yesterday in particular seemed replete with dullness and encroaching boredom and restlessness. The lack of goals, besides keeping my kid alive, is already starting to eat at me a little. I need projects. Stat.
A friend described newborn-dom as a real marriage tester to AH and asked if he had felt the same. "No", he said (I know because I was eavesdropping, "it's made it better." It has! I am crazy about him and his patience and lack of resentment or judgement when I'm still in my pyjamas at 2 pm. I love how he comes home every lunch hour to play with the baby and give me a break. I somehow knew what I was doing when I picked him.
He didn't even get mad when I broke the digital camera last week. The one he gave me for my college grad last June. To be fair, I was taking a picture of him and Simone and it dropped just two feet on to a soft surface but nonetheless, the lens won't retract anymore and all the websites say to forget about it, you can't fix digital cameras. Which makes me very, very angry. Probably all that needs to happen is to have a pin straightened but no one will do it and so it's cheaper and easier to buy a new one. Gah, this digital age. Oh, and because we are supposedly getting a tax return, another piece of equipment needs replacing. Someone broke into our car the other night and ripped out the stereo, of course damaging the front panel as well, removing the cupholders etc. They went through everything in our car, methodically, about 8 feet from where we were sitting with out baby. Yes, I guess we should have had our alarm on. Yes, I'm glad they didn't steal the car itself. Yes, I'm kind of mad my Shrimp Boat CD was in the stereo at the time and not one of AH's CD's. But I hate how it made us feel suspicious and paranoid afterwards, when one of the many random homeless types wandered by we would look at each other "Was it them?" and it gets all class-ist and racist and weird.
Uh oh, "Angel Baby" is sounding distinctly piggy at my feet - did you know babies snort? Or at least mine does, constantly.