Almost my whole life I have wanted to be a mother when I grew up. (except when I wanted to be an actress. Which I still do. It could happen.)
Only, I had no idea what I was really in for as a mother at home with my baby all day.
Anyone who knows me knows that I like to be with people. What I mean by that is, I loath being alone. When Cory walks into the other room I start to breath heavy and my hands get all sweaty. "Whereareyougoing? Whatareyoudoing? CanIcome?"
So why did I think I could handle being alone with a tiny squishy person who can't converse all day every day for the rest of my life? Why didn't anyone warn me so that I could mentally prepare for the loneliness??
Obviously I'm being dramatic. And really, there is nothing I would rather be doing than watching my baby grow. It's just that it took being alone all the time for me to realize that I accidentally don't have any hobbies. And anyway, what fun is crafting or cooking or knitting ALONE?
Take pity on me, world!
So this is what I need: someone make a spreadsheet (I mean, I could do that, but I'm giving others the opportunity to serve, see?) of everyone I know and all the hours of the day that Cory isn't here, then rotate each of those people so that I'm never alone for a minute of the day! It's for my mental health!!