I have come to accept that I will be spending the majority of my days alone with lacey with little to no adult interaction. It's been that way since lacey was born. I enjoy the occasional play date and group outing but some days I love having the morning to ourselves with no interruptions.
This morning was great. Lacey and I were able to play for a bit, eat breakfast together, ready a few books. She is so full of personality and is the sweetest little girl. She started to get a little tired so I put her down for her nap.
Lately she has been great at sleeping for about 2 hours when she naps. Today I decided to watch a movie. Something that Netflix recommended. It was a very sweet, very sad movie. I don't know what got into me, but I bawled. Not just a treat or two, but streaming tears. I'm not a pretty crier... if there even is sick a thing. My face gets red and blotchy, my eyes get bloodshot and puffy, and it stays for a good while after the tears stop.
I'm just glad no one was there to witness it. Until I got a call that someone was locked out of their apartment. They stopped by mid-cry session and I had to run to the door with red puffy eyes. I then turned my movie back on and returned to crying my eyes out. One of my friends stopped by to drop off a tutu I had let her borrow. Again, I had to go to the door, this time the tears didn't stop. They just kept on running the entire time my friend was over. It was only like 2 minutes but it felt like forever. I couldn't even look her in the eye. I felt like a total moron. It was pretty embarrassing. I guess I'm too emotional (and apparently popular) these days to handle a sad movie even when I think I'm alone.
This morning was great. Lacey and I were able to play for a bit, eat breakfast together, ready a few books. She is so full of personality and is the sweetest little girl. She started to get a little tired so I put her down for her nap.
Lately she has been great at sleeping for about 2 hours when she naps. Today I decided to watch a movie. Something that Netflix recommended. It was a very sweet, very sad movie. I don't know what got into me, but I bawled. Not just a treat or two, but streaming tears. I'm not a pretty crier... if there even is sick a thing. My face gets red and blotchy, my eyes get bloodshot and puffy, and it stays for a good while after the tears stop.
I'm just glad no one was there to witness it. Until I got a call that someone was locked out of their apartment. They stopped by mid-cry session and I had to run to the door with red puffy eyes. I then turned my movie back on and returned to crying my eyes out. One of my friends stopped by to drop off a tutu I had let her borrow. Again, I had to go to the door, this time the tears didn't stop. They just kept on running the entire time my friend was over. It was only like 2 minutes but it felt like forever. I couldn't even look her in the eye. I felt like a total moron. It was pretty embarrassing. I guess I'm too emotional (and apparently popular) these days to handle a sad movie even when I think I'm alone.
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