I'm supposed to be working on an article on DC theaters. And washing bottles. And a shower might be good.
(remember how you started reading this blog for the blistering political commentary and the tales of crazy drunken nights? And now I'm writing about washing baby bottles, and you never even got to read about me falling in love and having sex and getting married and getting pregnant, etc? It's been a crazy year!)
Tomorrow, E. works her 30 hour on-call shift, A. is out of town, and a blizzard is scheduled to descend. I wish I knew someone around here who would at least come over for lunch. ON my own, I could easily settle in for a day of movies and reading some of the enormous books I brought, but the baby is the enemy of literacy. I'm sure he'll appreciate the American novel at some point, as he comes from good reading stock, but at the moment is attention span is highly under-developed. Like, two paragraphs, max.
I'm invited to a party in Brooklyn tomorrow, complete with a ride back to New Haven, but with the snow storm scheduled I just don't think E. is going to approve the trip. I'm not sure I would if I were in her position. Baby P is probably safest right here in his footie pajamas. Auntie Cara, however, is getting a little restless. I like it here, but I wish I had somewhere to go and something to do outside of this condo.
I wish to almighty God that cigarettes were good for me and smelled like roses. I could cheerfully eat a pack of Marlboro Lights right now. I'm going to be one of those people who still dreams of herself as a smoker when she's eighty. But at least I won't be dreaming while I'm hooked up to an oxygen tank. Or dead.
Called sis at work this morning, only to find out that she's home with a sore back. I hope she's really playing hooky and not crawling painfully down the stairs at home on all fours, because our floors are covered with dog hair. And because I'd feel a little guilty, since the lats time I hurt my back I made her leave work and come walk me to the pharmacy. Which was three floors below my doctor's office.
In my defense, I was in shock and had just received an intramuscular injection of pain medicine, and the people at Kaiser Permanente are assholes.
Anyway, I'm trying to keep this here blog interesting and topical, but it's hard to do from this la-la land. I still think I could be an excellent stay at home mother, as long as I had some friends to lunch with. I guess I'm not as introverted as I've been leading you to believe, because I am one lonely stranger up here in preppy-ville. It's 5 degrees right now, so I can't even go for a walk. Also, I have no idea where I am in relation to anything except the day care and the grocery store.