[Important Note: The titular "babies" refers to "infants", not "boyfriends", though in case of the particular boyfriend below you'd be forgiven for mistaking the two.]
Once upon a breakup, a wise friend advised me to get out of town, literally. "He'll miss you (note: this was the hugely ill-advised yet desired result at the time), and you'll be distracted from obsessing about it."
Not a month later, I'd moved to Texas for what I thought was a summer job and temporary change of scenery, and instead I landed a new hometown and new husband (and only husband, I might add, as well as my favorite). Turns out the move wasn't so much about the boy as it was about getting me, personally and professionally, in a better state of mind - as well as a different capital "S" State.
Speaking of states of mind, mine has admittedly been a negative one lately, and not in that fun, judgmental way where we make fun of hipster facial hair or what-have-you. I've had some personal stuff I won't bore you with yet.
Atop that sundae of fun, I've struggled to keep up with Master P's sleep schedule changes and health challenges. Oh, how the maxim is true that as soon as you get comfortable with a child's schedule - or some boyfriends, in my experience - they up and change it on you unannounced. I don't presume that in the case of the infants said mixing it up is intended to keep you on your (pedicured, of course) toes, but the effect is much the same - a decidedly un-Pretty, writhing ball of self-pity, second guessing yourself, and general insecurity. I apologize that said mess has spilled over onto the pages on Ye Olde Blog here lately with my spectacular run of alternatively whiny and/or self-congratulatory mom-centric posts.
Anywhoodle, not to sugarcoat personal difficulties, but by this afternoon I decided to literally get out and get on with life already, at least for today. Master P had been a bit grumpy again with the teething, so I figured an outing might help him too. Adapting my BFF's advice & also recalling that beneficial backyard adventure on last Friday's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, Master P & I set off for the fantastic local playground:
Master P sat & thought for a spell. I sat & thought for a spell. We toddled around for an hour or so, baby hanging onto my index fingers as he tentatively practiced his stiff little penguin steps.
And lo, I was so preoccupied just enjoying being outside