At almost ten months into mothering the Camellia, my Mister has insisted I get out of the house without her on my hip. I protested. I made excuses. He wondered aloud for the eleventh-billionth time, Why must you be so stubborn? My only response, Because I'm good at it.
Truth is, I'm bad at asking for help and even worse at accepting it. And it's a bittersweet thing with the Camellia being the last little one to lose myself in but for the third time this week I found myself on the patio of my favorite coffee shop with a stretch of time ahead of me. Where else does one go?
I promised myself no working so I wrote a letter and read last week's review until I got the text asking if I was bringing home lunch. So I picked up Lebanese food and spent the rest of the weekend wrestling the Camellia and burying my nose in her neck, inhaling that sweet baby smell and making her giggle with glee. It was exactly what I needed.
We had my bil over last night for boiled crabs and beer. We ended up watching one of my kids' favorite movies, The Birds, while keeping up a MST3K-inspired viewing with us adults making running commentary. The three older kids were in tears and declared it the best night ever.
How was your weekend?
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