I've noticed a few times this week that I have been stalling when bedtime came around for Anna. It wasn't out of exhaustion (well maybe a little) I realized I didn't want her to go to bed because I didn't know what to do with myself without her around. I didn't know who I would talk to or what I would do.
That is really pathetic.
Since she doesn't nap anymore she is around constantly, more or less mandating every little thing that I do and how I do it. Especially what I eat - Pancakes. While it is exhausting and she is a dirty little life-stealer, it's also a bit comforting not to make decisions based on what I want to do, I have no choice. I guess that's why people live under dictators.
That is really pathetic.
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This is what I was talking about not having a real pregnancy wardrobe. Take my choices away, and I found it surprisingly soothing to not decide things.
Reminds me of when Haley and I went through a phase of indecision (which lasted like three straight years). The person not making the decision had to tell the decider that they absolutely had to choose A or B, and then depending on how you felt about the decision (relief or animosity) told you how you really felt about it. Convoluted? Yes. Effective? Also very yes.
It sounds a lot like living with me. Especially the pancake part.
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