My Avatar (what does that mean really? I'm quite confused on the meaning of the word, they have these little Avatar cartoons on Cartoon Network that the oldest is dying to watch, I keep rejecting him on that) has changed her appearance in honor of the US Open going on now. Do you love tennis as much as I? I LOVE it. I could sit and watch it all day (yes I know, this is part of the problem, ahem. Sitting and watching not DOING blah blah blah).
Someone I work with just had a little girl. She brought her in to work today. My God man, it makes me want to have another. What is WRONG with me? I've lost my mind. She is sweet and tiny and sleeps all the time, and wears all pink and has the pinkest sweetest softest baby skin, and her hair is so fine, it's softer than anything in the world, and she is so content and did I mention she's beautiful? And did I mention she is so tiny and sweet and has soft skin? And sleeps all the time? And she's a GIRL. **big sigh** I didn't get to hold her because she was sleeping. But oh I wanted to. I would have held her all day (watching tennis).
You see, mine is a simple life. I require very little really. Just the love of a baby, a few good conversations, a little control in my life, a good book every now and then, maybe a shower here and there, a little lovin with my honey, a new outfit now and again, the love of a baby (sorry did I say that already?) and a good tennis match every once in a while. A good bottle of wine could cap it all off and I'd be all good. See? Not much. I require very little really.
And all this started with the new Avatar outfit over to the right............life is so simple scratch that.....complicated......scratch that....perfect. A baby girl....hmmmm....***another bigger more dramatic sigh could be heard by all***
And on that note, I'm all done for now. Off to bed with visions of pink dancing in my head...(yes and with girls comes drama and LOTS of crying and tantrems and drama and clothes buying). Ok, I'm all good with my boys, talked myself right out of it. See how easy that was? All that on my own. Didn't even need you.
Jenn
You cook, you clean, you go to work, you nourish, you love, you scold, you are professional and yet you hang your hat on every dust particle in your home. You are a woman. Some women are Moms and some are not. You are still a woman. We are all made similarly. We are strong.
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