Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Staying Home, and Not Bored Yet

Yesterday one of my friends called to see how my trip to Colorado was going. When I relayed the seemingly banal events of the day, he asked "Wow, aren't you even going to go out at all?"

Given that my nightlife companionship options consist of a pouty ex boyfriend who's trying to (in his own words) "punish" me with sullenness for the crime of seeing someone new, or my sister's handsy, horny boss, who every few months will send me a dirty text message asking me to be in a porn video with him or some such, staying home doesn't seem so bad.

Besides, look at all this cuteness in my lap! I mean, babies are endless hours of entertainment. Trying to get them to smile, laugh, burp, sleep, cuddle is really way more fun than it sounds. Yesterday my nice Jillian and I had a pretty sweet day together -- I gave her a bath and then we watched Oprah (pictured, above -- the watching, not the Oprah) together while my sister took a shower and put on makeup for something like the third time since she had the kid ten weeks ago.

Frankly I don't feel bad at all dialing back the socializing for a week. The frenetic pace that I, and seemingly everyone else in New York, socializes and parties and dresses to impress, falls away when I come out to the mountains, and my liver is enjoying the much-deserved respite (though I did have a couple glasses of fantastic wine last night while watching Babel). All the parties and bars and fancy dinners will be waiting for me when I get back to New York.

So for now, I'm just going to enjoy this slippery happy squishy little kid for as long as I can get her to sit in my lap, and hang out with my sister, and go hiking and running in the mountains and regain my peace and center, which so often get lost in the city. I'm feeling extremely de-stressed, to the point where I might return to New York with one OR MORE of my normally-frayed cuticles intact. I'm in such a good place that I've even conceded to have dinner with the Pouty Ex this evening. I intend to cajole him out of his place of sorrow and regain his good graces by force of sheer charm.

But tomorrow night, I'm staying home and babysitting. And I can't wait.


Anonymous Pete the Pervert said...

I can see her vag!!!!

4:19 PM  
Blogger Had To Move said...

that's a FOOT!

9:39 AM  

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