On Friday I am flying to San Antonio to visit a good friend for a couple of days. Last night a friend of mine and I met for dinner. And afterward I went to the bookstore next door and bought a new book for an evening book reading/discussion event I will be attending in a couple of weeks with some other women friends here in town. What? Am I actually beginning to have some semblance of a non-mothering life, in addition to my devoted-mama life? I guess we'll all just have to wait and see. Of course, all this fun requires a devoted husband to take over in my place, so I'm grateful to have a spouse who is truly an equal partner in parenting. Some day Genevieve will stop waging her war against bedtime and we'll actually be able to hire a sitter to come over during evening hours to put our girls to bed for us, and we'll do fun things like go out for Indian food or to a book reading TOGETHER. In the meantime, were we to do that we'd probably face charges of torture against the poor unsuspecting non-family-member forced to cope with ongoing toddler bedtime-screaming.
In other news, Genevieve keeps talking in her sleep. Actually, it's more like yelling. She'll be sound asleep, but ragefully shouting things like, "Mama, NOOOOOOO! Noooooo!" She's probably dreaming that I'm trying to put her in her sleep-sack or change her diaper, or, you know, convince her to do just about anything at all. She's even belligerent in her sleep! Isn't she going to make a lovely teenager? I can see it now, and I bet you can too.