Ok, so perhaps I'm not grateful that we're getting enough rain in two days to end the month long drought. But, after spending literally 24/7 with a 18 month old for the last 6 weeks, I've had it. He's clingy, I'm tired, we're both bored and we can't go outside. Actually, I contemplated going to the park anyway, but the thought of cleaning up mud depresses me. My beloved spouse, the Senior Child Neurology Fellow is at the hospital doing in house call for the Adult Neurology Dept. Why? Well, that part is somewhat murky since they were told 1) child neurology doesn't cover adult neurology in-house 2) Senior fellows don't have to take in-house call and 3) He's already doing adult neurology service this month and has therefore worked from 5:30am until 9:30pm everyday. 8o hours a week my ass. Plus, he got to escape from his mother's house last week for two days and a night for a conference. I got to sleep in the lumpy bed in the unairconditioned mobile home with a teething toddler.
So, I've put the kid in with his toys, I have elmo on the TV and I'm hiding in the office. He's perfectly happy playing as long as I'm not in the room. Once I go in the room he's glommed onto my body like another appendage.
If I can hang in there until tomorrow, I get to escape to a Bridal shower for my room-mate from college. It's girly, it's a tea house, but it's AWAY.
Jenn
So, I've put the kid in with his toys, I have elmo on the TV and I'm hiding in the office. He's perfectly happy playing as long as I'm not in the room. Once I go in the room he's glommed onto my body like another appendage.
If I can hang in there until tomorrow, I get to escape to a Bridal shower for my room-mate from college. It's girly, it's a tea house, but it's AWAY.
Jenn
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