It's all a lot of suck
Monday, 23 February 2009 07:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
doctortara
My son is in good hands, he really. He is. He'll be fine. I don't need to call Riley every ten minutes to make sure our angel is okay. He's fine. I'm only holding the phone just in case. It's like... precaution. My finger on the speeddial is by accident...
My son isn't here, my husband is sick and puking, I'm sick and puking, Thai is ruined forever, it was supposed to be our romantic dinner, it was supposed to be our sex night. Sex night! The first nearly 12 weeks! Did I mention my son isn't here? I should call Riley, just in case.
No, fuck. I shouldn't. I'm stupid.
No I'm not. Fuck it. I'm calling. He's my son and he's not here!
... I never thought I would actually miss breastfeeding and dirty diapers.
Dear God, thanks a whole fucking lot.
My son isn't here, my husband is sick and puking, I'm sick and puking, Thai is ruined forever, it was supposed to be our romantic dinner, it was supposed to be our sex night. Sex night! The first nearly 12 weeks! Did I mention my son isn't here? I should call Riley, just in case.
No, fuck. I shouldn't. I'm stupid.
No I'm not. Fuck it. I'm calling. He's my son and he's not here!
... I never thought I would actually miss breastfeeding and dirty diapers.
Dear God, thanks a whole fucking lot.