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a real childhood for my son please Okay I've finally come to the conclusion that D-land really stinks. I paid for a supergold membership to get some comments (which most blog sites give for free) and anytime I've had trouble and emailed the owner, Andrew, I NEVER get a response. Not to mention that I just did a search for other mom bloggers here by putting in the word "mother" and you only get a listing of the first twenty blogs with this as a keyword. It gets worse though....of those twenty I couldn't find ONE that is still active. Speaking of mom bloggers on D-land.... I'd like to thank my longtime blogger buddy ,SDUCKIE, for turning me onto a wonderful mommy blogger, RED HEAD PRINCESS. It's good to know other moms are writing about their SEX LIFE. I don't find that much with mom blogs. Speaking of sex life....when my husband invited me to give him a blow job the other night it ignited something in me I hadn't felt in a long time. It's so hard to separate yourself as mother and wife. The two somehow get intermingled and before you know it you've gone without sex for too long. This is not longer an option. But here's the thing, I'd really like to do it in a bed again. This is difficult because the only time we get a chance to do "it" is when the baby is asleep, and given the fact that this is a one bedroom...yup you guessed it, the crib is in the ONE bedroom that we have. My husband doesn't mind. He's content to spoon me on the L-shaped sofa. Or have me go down on him, so it seems. But I'd like to do some acrobatics in the bedroom again. Try some different positions, get a good sweat going. I just don't see how this is going to be possible until we get a two bedroom. I was thinking today that we could use the floor mat I purchased for the baby to use during his crawling stage (which he hasn't gotten to yet)but I'm not sure it'll be comfortable enough. Still it doesn't hurt to try. ***** Yesterday baby and I took a walk across the street to the local deli for their daily lunch special, and I got into a conversation with the owners - a husband and wife team from Croatia. Very nice folks. Anyway the wife was going on about how you really have to enjoy your children now while they're young because when they turn into teenagers they become monsters. The thought of my little poochie turning into a monster terrifies me quite frankly. That night when my husband came home I asked him again about his little village in Greece and if the children there are growing up too fast. He told me they're still enjoying childhoods there but America's influence is beginning to show up in little ways like cell phones. I want my son to have an innocent childhood. or shall I say to actually have a childhood. I was still playing with barbie dolls when I was twelve. Now, I can't say I want my son playing with barbie dolls at that age (or any age for that matter) but I would like to see him playing with GI Joe's or whatever toy is popular by the time he's that age. (NOT video games and NOT the computer, something that will force him to use his imagination). I want him to have open space to run around in. Not a makeshift baseball field on the sidewalk here in the city like I see so many children have to resort to. It's very unsafe you know, every time they hit the ball and it goes into the street they risk getting hit by a car that doesn't stop in time. Jesus. I guess what I'm saying is that I need to go to Greece and see for myself if I can live there, because I'd rather my son grow up there to be honest with you. At least there he'll have his cousins to play with and his grandparents to spoil him, and like I said wide open spaces and the promise of a real childhood. I'm signing up for Greek language classes again this fall. This time I'll really commit myself to learning. The first time I took Greek I had only known my husband three months and I was not at all focussed on learning because every time I went to the damn class he'd be out having coffee with his friends and I didn't trust him at that time. So my mind would be on what women they were checking out, or talking to, or even worse fucking (that's how my mind worked at the time). Childish, I know. Anyway, now that we've been together four years, married, with a child it's different. I'll go and take the class while he stays home with our son. Ha! So yes, I'd really like to get back to learning Greek, not for my husband so much as for my son and the possibility that we may start a life in Greece one day.
becca - 2008-05-08 10:49:49 |
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