Stuff I miss

In no particular order:

- Going to the movies. (Oh Spiderman, how I've abandoned you!)

- Eating a quiet meal in a nice restaurant. (As opposed to one in which TheBoy alternates between "accidentally" dropping his glass, causing it to shatter at his feet, and whining that the bucket o' toys the proprieter brought out in hopes of keeping him quiet is not large enough.)

- My boobies. (I suspect Judybat misses them, too.)

- Playing music in the house without having to worry about what kind of naughty language might lie hidden in the lyrics. (In other words, our "Avenue Q" soundtrack.)

- Checking out Homestar Runner whenever I want.

- Turning on the TV whenever I want.

- Sleep. Glorious, wonderful sleep.

- The days when the Yankees didn't stink. (In other words, Paul O'Neil.)

- The days when I could walk into TheBoy's room without worrying that he might glare at me, make a little gang symbol and yell, "Get out!"

- Caffeine. (Although the venti decaf no fat hazelnut latte I had this morning did hit the spot.)

- Hard liquor.

- Tylenol PM.

- Did I mention sleep?



Things that make it worthwhile, sometimes:

- Waking up to a very familiar set of blue eyes, and tiny little fingers pawing at my face. Good morning, TheGirl!

- Having an actual, honest-to-goodness conversation with TheBoy. Even if it's only one in which we try to decide which one of Spiderman's enemies is the baddest of the bad. (The consensus: The Sandman beats Doc Ock. Doc Ock beats The Vulture. And nobody messes with Doctor Doom!)