We went back to the Y finally this morning. I didn't even bother planning on working out. I just assumed that one or both kids would be a mess as usual and I just took a book so I could sit right outside the room and wait for them to come get me. Well, of course, Spencer cried for all of 2 minutes and then realized there were new toys and kids to play with and forgot all about me. Rachel was happy the whole time too. Go figure. These kids keep me on my toes. Spencer wasn't exactly playing with the other kids, but he certainly wasnt' shying away from them either. He's been pretty good today. Rachel has been good too. She cried for a bit when I put her down, as she always done whenever we leave the house and come back. Spencer is in his crib right now talking to ? about ?. He's kicking the railings so hard I really think the whole house might fall down, that's what it sounds like anyway.
He said bubble yesterday. "Goble-gook-da-bub-bl" as he was trying to get the wand from me. I'm assuming it was give me the bubbles or something like that.
I have my Doctor appt today. I'm not really looking forward to it. Who likes to go tell someone you don't know very well that you've been having thoughts of suicide and need help? I'd much rather put on a happy face and tell him I'm handling everything like the strong person I used to be. When it comes to worrying about the kids, though, I seem to have even less mental fortitude than I have will power for dieting. I just can't handle the thought that they might not be perfect in every possible way. I know, I know, they are perfect however they are and normal is abnormal, blah, blah, blah, but we all know that's a bunch of bullshit that we say to make ourselves feel better. Deep down, everyone wants normality, however they define it, and I'm not going to pretend that I'm such a good person that I won't be devastated if my little man introverts and I lose him to some stupid 'disorder'.
Anyway, I'm putting together a birthday present to myself. I think Mike and I are going to go to Easton and do some shopping, have some lobster bisque, see a comedy show and spend the night in a hotel. It's a big day - seriously, how often does someone turn 29 twice? It's pretty rare. Most people move right onto 30. I'm quite lucky to have this opportunity. The only nights I've been away from Spencer since his birth were when I was in the hospital having Rachel, so I've literally not had a night off in almost two years. My mom has agreed to babysit and I've looked up the comedian who's appearing. Not a major name, but that's okay because it keeps the cost of tickets down. And I've heard him on XM, he's pretty funny.
Tom and Lucy are coming for Date Night tonight. I can't wait (sarcasm). Mike is looking forward to playing games with me tonight and really wants me to try WoW. I really don't want to, but I'm remembering the moral of Green Eggs and Ham, and I'm going to try it. Seriously, why can't it be built within the framework of Star Wars and not Lord of the Rings. That middle earth, swords and sorcery thing is such a buzz kill for me. Anyway, I'll give it a try. Mike is looking for something we can do together. I'll try to come up with a few things too.