Swirling thoughts

I was walking the dog in my usual cathedral, Ipod in my ears (that song Who Knew by Pink making me cry) and trying to sort through my anxiety.  As is my curse, I start by looking backwards.  A luxury of being middle class.  I still felt the sting of losing my friend to cancer and the loss of my dear Sampson.  I missed the laughter and wisdom of my girlfriend.  I want to talk to her.  I really wanted to have her antique rocking chair but could not bring myself to ask her miserable sister.  I wanted it selfishly because it the last chair she sat in, the one that went with her from place to place.  I wanted to feel her there when I rock a baby in my arms.  I have no idea where it went.  I’m still pissed that I didn’t get that memento of her to carry into my future.

I wondered where the time had gone – eaten up by that beast infertility.  I struggled, I rallied more than a few times.  Even enjoyed being childfree (I can hop on a plane just as soon as I get the dog kenneled).  I can walk as fast as I want and watch daytime TV.  I go for coffee and cake and speak uninterrupted on the phone.  Sometimes people ask me what I’ve been up to this year and I feel a bit ashamed.  I smile, mumble something.  No new film coming up.  I’ve been waiting.  You know, up until July I think I was actually adjusting to a childless life and then we were matched and  that bitch hope entered  my life again.  Up and down we went on the rollercoaster.  Will I win, will I lose, and at what cost?  Pun intended.  All my talk of creating and I’ve nothing to show for it.  Work wise I mean.  It’s difficult to feel fulfilled when the artistic side of you is not working.  Just typing.  All finances have been directed to two things.  Treating ourselves to relieve the anxiety of financing our adoption and well, the adoption.  All in the midst of a recession and job insecurity.

I can see why Virginia Woolf needed a room of her own.  How does a woman write, or accomplish something without having her concentration being continually broken with the demands of a dog that needs to be walked, food that has to be cooked, laundry that has to get cleaned, emails returned, floors swept, rugs vacuumed, husband’s phone calls and a demented mother to visit?  You notice I didn’t mention children, right? My life was set, I’d made disappointment my friend and grey hairs my new enemy. Now I’m actively trying to figure out what my life will look  like with an infant to get to know.  I missed the first 9 months, so we’ll be starting from scratch.  You know I’m not a morning person.  I gotta have at least 1/2 cup of coffee.  Mmm, need to learn how to use the automatic timer on the solo barista machine.  Yeah, I the motherly type, but let’s face it, I’ve been mothering a dog for the past 9 years.  And the only thing I’ve nursed is a hangover.

Oh, boy. I pop over to A&A’s blog to sneak a peek at a little black baby.  Check.  Still think they’re cute.  That’s good news.  Maternal feelings still there. Whew.

DH is back.  Well, sort of.  He was home for a bit, he walked the dog and then had to leave again for a business dinner.  Tomorrow is another late day, we have mum over and then it’s Wednesday, I’m working all evening so I should be home in time to watch hubby snore in front of the TV.  Sigh.  Well, at least with a kid, I’ll have a legitimate reason for not having sex.  Speaking of which the last time we TRIED to have sex, the dog practically pulled up a chair and stuck her rather long nose into our business.  We laughed so hard it ruined the moment.  I have to say she looked rather…. distraught.

Ah, at least we can still laugh together.  Note to self, keep plenty of bones in the freezer.  That way, we can ALL have a treat.

I got to learn not to take life so seriously.

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9 thoughts on “Swirling thoughts

  1. LOL — I remember an episode of “Mad About You” where the dog started jumping over the bed while they were in it. Paul, dryly: “Well, this is new.”

    I think we all have distractions (& need respites from them occasionally). They just change over time — like when you add kids to your life. (((hugs)))

  2. Again — that is SO Lucy – more than I can share here — but we have dissolved in giggles over the dog suddenly emerging from under the covers we’d tried to cover her with. Ah, the joys of doggie parenting.

    I could’ve written so much of this post my friend — it’s all whirring through my mind as well — you know what you taught me? To take a giant leap of faith and trust yourself. Truly.

    So here’s to giant leaps and stretching our hearts and our comfort zones…

    XO

    Love,

    Pam

  3. Taking things a little lighter you might get a laugh out of some of the dog posts on my blog or today’s post adapted to needing proportional time alone per time with humans adapted to time with away from your dog 😉

    Link = http://fwd4.me/5iw if interested.

    Have a great IComLeavWe week.

  4. Please send an email or note to the miserable sister and offer to buy the chair. It would be a wonderful thing for you to have for those nights you won’t be sleeping 🙂

    On the note of pets and sex. Once, about a year ago, we were finishing up and I looked over and our cat was sitting right beside me, on the bed, staring. I couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking 🙂

    • Said miserable sister lives in Jamaica and my friend lived in Toronto – sadly, I missed my opportunity as I only saw her sister once before I left to go back home. At least cats are quiet and don’t try to poke their snout in your privates.

  5. isn’t it funny how many stories people have about their animals and sex? our kitty used to crawl anywhere he could, and his fave place to sleep was on my boobs or belly. and the pup, well she used to let out the biggest most expressive sigh you’ve ever heard.

    but seriously, have some sex now because once that baby comes you’ll be WAY too tired for a while.

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