Guest blogger mom-on-the-edge: I am living in a baby bubble while my husband lives in a sea of bubbly. Business dinners, drinks, holiday parties... He gets to wine and dine day and night all in the name of business while I'm stuck at home changing poopy diapers.
Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't trade caring for our 16-month-old for anything in the world. But after sixteen months of "Yo Gabba Gabba" and "Dora the Explorer," my head is about to spin off. And then there's Gymboree. Hello! Bubbles, balls, Gymbo. Hello! Bubbles, balls, Gymbo. Gooood-bye.
I want to sip from a glass that will most probably spill as I walk. I want to eat shellfish, nuts and honey in one hors d'eouvres. I want to use 'Serendipity' in a sentence and not be talking about an ice cream shop. And I want to do it all wearing an outfit that requires dry cleaning only and my husband to zip up the back ... slowly.
I miss the ha ha holidays! Please, let this mom get her party on. Just for once.