Well, as you know, I am not so good with the secrets. Thankfully, I have had to bear the burden of keeping a secret precious few times. Today, I need to blab a secret I have with myself that I am keeping from Papabear. A couple of weeks ago I made a vow that I would not speak of having another baby until my birthday (September 23, for those of you who might possibly have forgotten).
I did this because I know it stresses Papabear out to think about having #2. He stresses about less time spent with Littleman, not enough money, not enough room in the house...all things that seem ridiculous to me. We'll never have enough money (who does? I mean, really), if anything, this will give Papabear more time with Littleman, and I have already been working out how to change my office into a nursery with as little fuss as possible.
Papabear is on to me. He's noticed already that I've "stopped talking about a sibling for Littleman." He actually thanked me! Ha! He doesn't know that on my birthday I am going to ask him for one thing and one thing only: NO MORE BIRTH CONTROL. And then we'll just see what happens....
I wanted to have this sibling for Littleman ages ago. I am grateful that the "forces that be" clearly had a plan for me. I can see now, after hanging out with so many "mom's of two" that I will be a much better "mom of two" with an older Littleman, rather than a younger one. I am not sure I possess that kind of patience. Well, I am sure the depths of my patience well run deep, however, I think that by the time I have #2 I will be much calmer than had it happened sooner. I needed that time to chill out. Don't get me wrong, guys, you can bet that I will resemble a chicken without a head in the early years, but I'm sure I will be a much cooler headless chicken. :)
So, technically, this is not a secret. I just wanted to talk about something that is currently taboo in our house and I appreciate the minute you took to read this and shake your head at how silly I am. If you can believe it, I am actually sticking to my vow - haven't peeped in about a month!
And, to end on something funny, Littleman actually calls his dad, "Papabear." It is the cutest thing. He'll walk through the house calling, "Papabear...." when he's looking for daddy. Also, I made the mistake to telling Littleman that he will be not only visiting his old friend Skywalker at the end of July, but also sleeping over. Now, just about twice a day, but sometimes more, Littleman will ask, "Is it the end of July? Because at the end of July I am sleeping at Skywalker's house." "Mommy, we are going to fly on an airplane to New York and sleep at Skywalkers..." It just never ends....me and my big mouth.
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