Well, I'm back. Sooner than I expected, actually.
The day after my last post, things improved greatly. Something amazing and strange happened on Friday. We didn't leave the house, yet we spend most of the day apart. I didn't plan it that way, it just sort of happened. First, Simon was listening to a cd of Rudyard Kipling's Just So Stories (do you all know how much we love the audio books in this house? love them!) and I went upstairs with Theo to pick up some messes.
An hour or so later, Simon came upstairs, naked and with some poop on his butt. I told him to get into the bathtub, just as a way to contain the mess, and he asked to take a bubble bath. So he spent the next hour playing in the tub while Theo and I had lunch downstairs. I was nervous about the poop situation I would discover, but it was nothing... glorified skid marks. Phew with a capital P-H.
I think our time apart helped us, but, honestly, I woke up on Friday feeling so much better. Maybe simply writing about it helped. I knew there was a reason I kept this blog around.
We had a great weekend. Some time with friends, some time with family, lots of time relaxing at home.
Because he's a sweetie who thinks of me even when I'm in my own world, Nate borrowed some Harry Potter movies from his sister. I've been listening to the audio books as I craft and do housework, so it was fun to see the film versions. Our verdicts were the same as all that we read online: Chamber of Secrets (#2) was terrible. Everything was over explained and boring. Prisoner of Azkaban (#3), on the other hand, was fantastic. Much more cinematic, attractive, and well-crafted.
I think tonight we'll watch the fourth, The Goblet of Fire. Normally we can't do movies on a week night, but Simon is gone today, spending the night with my mom. That gives us an excuse to watch tv and lounge all night. Theo will be here, of course, but it's easy to forget about setting examples when the little one can't talk. He's a silent witness, the safest kind.
Here's another example of that: in the past, when Simon has been gone, I have gone on huge eating binges. I have bought ice cream, cookies, chips, fries, frosties, etc. and eaten whole packages at once. With Simon gone, there was nobody to see me, no one to set a bad example for or to share with. Well, Theo could see me, but he couldn't say anything later. He couldn't tell Nate to check out the garbage can to see all the treats he missed out on.
Four weeks ago I decided to start going to Weight Watchers meetings, instead of just doing the program online. And I have been a very good girl. No more secret binging, with or without Simon around. I should've done it long ago.
Theo's asleep and Simon's gone, so what am I doing sitting here? I've got stuff to do! Bye bye!