Friday, February 23, 2007


It occurred to me that I never left the apartment on Tuesday. I don't think a day has passed that I haven't gone outside in years. Even when I'm ill, or lazy or it's pouring out, I always leave the house. Even if it's only to go to the store to get Gatorade or ice cream. I have some illogical idea that staying in somehow signifies giving up.

So it struck me as odd that I didn't go out on Tuesday. I know this is because my husband was home and he went out to do anything I would have done. Being taken care of is an interesting feeling.


At 9:14 AM, Blogger Star said...

And a feeling you will hopefully be willing to experience a lot in the near future. Though having a baby means you will do a ton of taking care of someone else, I hope you are able to accept help and know that you don't have to do it all on your own.


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