I hate mini-vans, and I always feel bad for the dad who has been de-masculated by driving one; however, yesterday I found myself jealous. I wasn't jealous of the mini-van itself. I was jealous of those moms I was passing. They had their car full of kids shuttling them from place to place, and that was their only responsibility.
Dustin and I are house shopping, and I can't help but look at all the empty bedrooms and think how wonderful it would be to fill them up. You see, I am definitely in a honeymoon phase of parenthood. I have recovered from delivery, but Miles isn't walking and talking. I want a hundred more just like him!
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