Today my lil guy is 13 months old. It has been the strangest 13 months of my life. I feel like I have squeezed through a very small crack in the world to emerge into a new dimension. The mommy dimension. I never really had aspirations to the mommy dimension but here I am. Covered in baby snot, manically searching the web for toddler lunch boxes and wondering what the hell happened here? All during my lunch break at work.
All the gripeing aside being Henry's mom is a gas. In every sense of the word, people. My little critter is lurching around the house these days telling everyone what to do and how to do it. I cannot imagine where he got that trait. Some days I really dont want to "do" mommy. I want to go back to being Hilary. I want to sit on the couch, watch reruns of CSI (Vegas, of course), drink a half a bottle of wine and eat pickles and crackers for dinner. If I had known I would have so little "extra" time later in life I would have figured out some way to bank those minutes.
The only "me" time that happens these days would be bathroom time. Even then it is with a small child on the other side of the door banging, wanting to come in. But he is doing that because he wants to be with me. He wants to touch my hair. He wants to listen to me sing (god forbid). He wants to be chased around the sofa. And that makes it all worth it.
