1:47 p.m. - 2008-02-28
quick! while they're still asleep
Greetings my friends who wonder what has happened to me lately. (Plus anyone else who might be curious.)
The girls I babysit are getting bigger and require much more caregiver-interaction than they ever have before. Apparently that's a side effect of growing, maturing, etcetera. Who knew?
This, naturally, means I don't get to blog whenever the mood hits. I have come to terms with that. I'm the one who took on the job of brainwashing these people--I may as well do the job right. So I'm taking them to story times & playgroups and generally being as nanny-like as possible. Because you know that in *some* households the nanny gets laid by the man of the house. And I really like boinking the man of this house.
Of course, I could have updated while I was at the SkiResort in WV where NMH & I always go for our anniversary. But did I mention I like boinking the father of the Screaming Harlot? Did I mention that "anniversary trip=no children?"
We stayed in the same building as last year. To tell you how serious we are about "quality time": After last year's trip I went out to buy a fitted sheet for the bed at the resort. We had lots of quality time and no maid service. Every time the maid stopped by, I was in post-coital recovery. I'm not bragging so much as sharing my joy that NMH is no longer "Neck Boy Who Must Not Be Touched."
NMH and I also had conversation--some of which was hard conversation. It took over a year, but I was finally able to look him dead in the eye and tell me how badly he fractured the relationship in January 2007. I also told him that taking me for granted was a huge mistake on his part. Because there are men out there willing to fill the void (ahemTucker). He did not apologize profusely, but he did apologize sincerely. He's also letting his actions speak for him--wise, as his actions got him in trouble in the first place.
Things are still not perfect--he fractured my trust rather thoroughly, not to mention my faith in my ability to predict his reactions. One could say that I'm still flying blind (or at least under conditions of poor visibility) regarding his reactions. Not what one might expect after about 20 years of close friendship....
But we had fun at SkiResort--on the slopes as well as inside. That report will have to wait for another day as my break is over, apparently. Screaming Harlot is demanding cookies which are not hers to eat or mine to give. Convincing her to take "no" for an answer requires my undivided efforts.....
