Will we never find the night market? Almost evertime we come down to Richmond we go looking for the magical “night market”. Morgan’s cousins told us about it. It’s supposed to be this cool market that is run after dark somewhere in Richmond. Several times we’ve gone out looking for it only to return with a belly full of Gelato and no misc crap from the night market. Sad. Today we took our first proactive step towards finding it. I looked it up online. They have there own website and everything. richmondnightmarket.com. Turns out they are right behind Ikea. Easy to find. Ha. We’ll go tonight, but wait…they are only open weekends. We aren’t ever here on weekends. grr figures! oh well it remains out of reach but fo now!
Emily is yelling in the background. Nanny has taken over bath time while we are here. Fine with me thats for sure. Bath time isnt always the most enjoyable expiriance with Em. Especially because she is usually pretty tired by the time we get home to give her her bath. Overtired baby in bath means much screaming and a soaked mommy.
I’m finding the idea of Parenting more and more daunting as Emily gets older. I want so much for her. I want her to have such a good childhood like I did. Its hard not to want to be selfish though and want to do life as usual too. I’m learning to find that balance between adult life and mommy life. It’s quite the challenge. How does one carry on with previous commitments and still maintain a schedule and order with a kid? I dont know. One day at a time I guess. Thats all I’ll get for now. Sometimes I miss the freedom immensly.
Tonight at dinner everyine ran out of the house and got in the car. Gramma even had the door locked. There I was still inside trying to rush around packing a diaper bag and hoping my hair doesnt look like a tornado went off. If someone could just catch that it would be nice once in a while to have a second for me to not look like a shmoe that would be awesome. Getting two people ready take extra time, maybe not double time, but at least more time. Im quick too. I can’t imagine if I was one of those people who won’t leave the house without doing their makeup. I’d die. Or I’d end of being one of those people who everyone is frustrated with because they take so long doing their makeup that they are constantly late for everything. Thats who I’d be. Lucky my family hey? No slow poke am I.
Well of course you don’t have to be the late one in the family, that’s where I come in
In fact it started young, I was supposed to be born 3 years after you, but I got sidetracted and came a year and a half late. Whoops!