Friday, August 11, 2006

there's no i in team



first, i just want to say that my time is so parceled out that i had to decide just now whether i should update this blog or pump breast milk. i don't have time for both. the bossman is going to want to saddle up to the 24-hour buffet soon and it's my job to have his meal waiting for him. it was a tough call - blog and use your brain a little; pump and spend another hour looking at your boob, which will log you in at approximately 6 hours today spent staring at your chest.
a couple of months back i said probably the stupidest thing i've ever said in my life. a girfriend of mine is still seeking a mate, but longs for a baby. eight months pregnant, i imparted this wisdom on her: raising a baby on your own wouldn't really be that hard.
WTF was i talking about? AND where do i get off? i am a rotten friend.
i'm sure it could be done. people do it and i admire them. it's just i'm really really really sure, more sure than i have ever been ever, that it's the toughest thing in the world. i'm also sure i could never do it.
if tayloe weren't around i'd be rocking silently in a corner somewhere in a room with padded walls.
this morning fussy mccrying pants was having a fit. tayloe took charge, plopped him in the baby sling thing and had him hushed in minutes. i did what i always do when tayloe takes on a task. i took pictures.
then, he was brave enough to take a phone call. so brave, right?
not me. no way. if it were me, as soon as i answered the phone, tay would belt out a scream which would scare the pees out of me. next i would drop the phone, which in turn would lead me to bend down and pick it up at which point tay would be dumped from the sling and onto his head on our hardwood floor. i'd have some explaining to do.
so i gotta say, t2, you're tops in my book -- make no mistake that i adore and love you. but your pops? he's the dude.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

so true.

bailiegirl said...

Perhaps a hands free breast pump?