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missing merlot When I was pregnant I couldn't take hot baths, drink wine, have rigorous sex, eat sushi, or drink more than two cups of coffee a day. As a breastfeeding mom some of these things still apply, but it's not quite so restrictive. THANK GOD! Tonight my husband asked me to pour him a little glass of ouzo. As I was doing this my mind wandered to the bottle of 2002 Merlot in the kitchen cabinet. My husband asked me what I was thinking so I told him, "I really miss wine." "You miss lots of things," he commented. I got defensive. "Excuse me, do I ever complain? Yes I miss wine, that is not a complaint it's a statement. One you don't know anything about because you haven't had to go without for a year." He told me to put the ouzo back, I was making him feel bad. I insisted he drink it, that wasn't my intent to make him feel guilty. I had simply had a longing for something and wanted to express that longing without judgment. That would have been the perfect time to bring up the capresso expresso maker I have my heart set on. I could have sold him on it by telling him, "But coffee is something I can still enjoy...." But I dropped the ball on that one. Damnit. ***** I am so frustrated by the fact that the garbage cans for the twenty apartment dwelling we live in are set up outside our bedroom window. This wasn't always the case. When we first moved in they were much farther back, behind the building. But the people in this building are lazy and were leaving their garbage under our window anyway because they didn't want to walk a few extra feet. But I am at my wits end with the damn noise the garbage makes. It never fails either, just when I get the baby to sleep someone opens it and drops a bottle in, or something heavy and noisy and the baby wakes up. Or it's garbage night and the super has to empty all six of the cans and separate the recycle items from the garbage. This is extremely bothersome. I really need to call the landlord and insist that they move the garbage. They can put it under our living room or kitchen windows, just not the damn bedroom. We were never given any choice in the matter. And now that we have a baby, a light sleeping baby for that matter, this just isn't going to fly.
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