2010 seemed to come and go in a flash of "Will you watch the baby while I brush my teeth/pee/pour cereal/breathe without a child sticking their hand in my mouth." A lot of tag teaming. A lot of "I hate your guts for getting 8 uninterrupted nights of sleep in a Palace of Peace while I wrestled a monster with an ear infection every moment I was not at work." Palace of Peace was usually some motel in the middle of Nevada where bringing your own pillow was advisable in order to prevent attracting a pink eye super bug or some other fun souvenir but emphasis on the word peace.
So much about our world has changed in ways I wanted. Still, the Mel + Jared time is not something I want to give up.
I've experimented with letting Liza watch Phin, but she's in her teen (doggy) years and all about getting tail. Literally. I caught her with the friggen cat's tail in her mouth the other day. Perv. So her mind is clearly not in the right place to make sure Phinny doesn't eat a bobby pin.
So here are my 2011 ideas to catch some bff time.
Upgrading the gym membership. Did you know for just a mere twenty bucks a month I can add on unlimited daycare since Phin is over six months. UNLIMITED. My gym has a spa. My gym has treadmills next to each other. My gym has a toilet I can use without Phin screaming at the door (or pulling at my leg if I’m feeling particularly weak.) Lucky for us, twenty isn’t going to break the bank. Seriously though. I’d consider changing my health insurance to get the funds. What good is a decent co pay when you have to pay a mental hospital for a six month stay after your nervous breakdown? Jared and I can hang out in a hot tub and pretend we’re on the bachelor any day of the week. Score.
Redbox. Now that Phin is going to bed earlier we can pop in a movie, get our nacho on and remember why we like each other. Which we do, I swear. Like, like even.
Trade babysitting. It is really hard to let someone else watch your baby. I know that I am not the most amazing mother in the history of ever, but I really feel like I can keep Phin safe. I don’t trust anyone else to protect my little baby, but if I ever want to see a movie again or sit at a restaurant that doesn’t have a coloring page on the back of the placemat I’m going to have to let that go.
I’m open to some more ideas if you have them. Clearly this is a work in progress.
So, I didn't know you had a blog until just about a week ago, but you posted this the very same week you watched Nevada so we could have a nice dinner out. That was awesome. I promise, we would love to watch Phin for you. I won't let him die. Also, I think we might need an "Archeologist's Wives Club". Let me know your thoughts on that.
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