Monthly Archives: April 2007
Ben and I are here in very sunny Palm Springs hanging out with my parents. Ben is in heaven. They have a pool and he gets tons of attention from his grandparents. He is oh so very happy. I, on the other hand, am a big lump. I am nice and relaxed, but my conversational abilities are nonexistent. When did this happen? Suddenly when I have no work, dishes or laundry to do I am at a loss for what to do with myself. I just stare into space and hope that my parents don’t think I have had a lobotomy.
Lately it has been hard to take a shower when Ben is around. He insists on coming in the bathroom and then throwing his bath toys at my feet. And believe it or not, it hurts. So today I decided to go to the Y and put him in ChildWatch (Josh thinks that name makes it sound like it’s a crime drama rather than a babysitting service) while I went swimming and then took a shower. I hadn’t exercised in so long that my body kept wondering what this strange sensation was. It disconcerting that exercise and a shower are now such a treat.
When I picked Ben up they told me that they brought him outside where you can see down to the pool and he watched me swim. When he starts critiquing my form I am going to be pissed.