Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Our landlady comes over fairly often (every couple of weeks) to cut the grass. Which is fine. I usually go out to say hello, preferably with an excuse to come back inside already cooked up, because she can be tricky to disengage from. She's a talker. Also fine.
Today she asked me how I liked staying home with Edie. And I said, oh, fine. We have a good time, but it gets a little boring.
And she said, oh, no. You're not bored.
She then went on to give me some more unsolicited advice, and I was like, oh, ok. And then disengaged.
I don't want to get into a whole big thing here, but, here's a fact: life with an infant gets a little boring. It's also funny, and sweet, and lovely, and fulfilling. And yes, occasionally boring.
If you disagree, I know a lady in Andover who would love to chat about it.