and having another human attached to my body while i worry about laundry piling up and how in the world am i gonna make dinner?! it meant i stayed home and read a book on the deck while he basically took care of himself. i mean he needed me to get him medicine and tell him what to eat, but for the most part it was like a really wonderful and almost lazy day. when did this change? and, why in the world does it make me sad instead of making me jump for joy?
the other day, i was talking to my husband (yeah, we get to do that now 