We are watching Ponyo for the third time consecutively (golly I really love this movie - and a good thing, because when I suggested a different movie, DD said, "No! No, I like Ponyo! I no like other movie.") We are eating a our way through a bag of sharp cheddar flavored potato chips and a brick of cheese. I am not cleaning anything. I am sitting on the couch knitting and snacking and DD is sitting next to me watching her movie.
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And you know what?
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It super beats me pushing DD away and yelling at her "LET GO OF MY BOOB" because I feel overwhelmed. Or zoning out while she climbs over me, then feeling guilty because I'm not present. Or getting stressed out because DD wants to paint and I don't feel like cleaning up the mess this time. We've been having little conversations with each other about the movie, instead.
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And you know what else?
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I thought I'd feel guilty, but I don't. This is awesome. We need to do this once a month. Possibly once a week.
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Edited by cyclamen - 9/8/11 at 12:07pm








I love to read about women who sometimes put their needs first.