house arrest
I’ve been running errands almost daily. It always seems we need something for Tony. Things we had on the registry but didn’t get, or things we didn’t get before the birth, or things we just didn’t think about. Usually once or twice a day I kiss Sarah and Tony and head out. While I’m out, I try to grab a meal from different restaurants we haven’t eaten at recently or food stuff to make dinner with (chili was a bad idea…the baby did not like the spicy). Today it was; bank, flea medicine, mattress max for bean bag chair for Jack, Pet Smart for food, and Firehouse Subs for lunch.
I don’t mind at all. It lets me give a helping hand while Sarah is at home, acting as a feeding host for the parasite baby. I got to thinking of this on the way home today. I realized Sarah hasn’t left the house other than doctor’s appointments. So when I got home, I suggested she get out of the house.
“I don’t really need to…but…”
She got out in the fresh air, and realized she did need some outside time. She did some girly stuff, went to Target (the week before Christmas… ), and want to the coffee shop. She wasn’t gone long, but it was enough to recharge her batteries. So it was good. Tomorrow, she’s going out with the girls for lunch. Me and the Binja baby will hang out and run with scissors. It will be great. Maybe I’ll teach him to swear. It’s what we dads do.
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