January 08, 2007
Adventures in public transportation
I generally stand on the train from somewhere in the Bronx until we reach Grand Central. I usually chat with a train buddy ot two from that point in. It is a nice way to start the day.
Today, I was chatting with one guy, the other was absent without excuse, when this nicely dressed older woman decided to vomit her breakfast (and perhaps her dinner, too, come to think of it) into her copy of the New York Times. God knows, while I have often been tempted to do that, I have always been able to resist. One wonders which article set her off.
Either way, a delightful beginning to the morning after the baby kept us up just about the entire night with his own vomiting problem. And he can't even read the Times yet! I wonder what his excuse was.
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...a delightful beginning to the morning after the baby kept us up just about the entire night with his own vomiting problem. And he can't even read the Times yet! I wonder what his excuse was.
If I may so bold, his excuse was that you are vomiting your own life.
You've just been made a full partner in the firm. Yay! This complicates things. Boo!
Have you concidered that you're own stresses are being sensed by Son The Younger? Have you yet entertained the idea that a baby knows who his parents are well before his parents can sense it?
If you said to New Baby (or whatever his name is these days);
"I love you", that he will understand that? Not because he understand the words, nor because he simply understands your mood, but because he connects the words to the meaning. He learns what words mean from you and the Viking Bride.
And if you are unsure of the future is, he is also unsure.
It sounds to me like you have very mixed emotions about yer place right now, career-wise, and that that is being sensed and absorbed by your newest and most impressionable child.
My ignorant and hack-neyed advice is for you to get straight, in yer own head, what The New Addition (or whatever his name is) fears is not straight.
If it means staying put for a while, then make peace with that. If it means following your dreams, then do that.
Don't like the late nights with the crying and the whatnot? Perhaps his peace of mind is waiting on yours.
Posted by: Tuning Spork at January 13, 2007 01:18 AM (H6d1A)
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