Our niece is staying with us for a couple of weeks while she completes her AT with the Army (annual summer training with the National Guard). She brought little Mr. W with her. He is 4 months old and obviously taking him to AT isn't an option. So, Mr. W and I are becoming fast friends.
He's a smiley baby. He seldom cries and is perfectly happy to sit in his little chair and watch me do the dishes while I sing, "Let Me See Your Funky Chicken" (I have NO idea where that came from...).
The problem: I'm rushing head long towards 40 and we haven't had a baby in the house in YEARS. My back is killing me and I'm tired, tired, tired.
While I am loving having him here, with all his cute baby smiles and coos, I feel so tired that I am wondering why I ever entertained the idea of adopting a baby.
Then again, babies are sweet and wonderful. I love babies, simply adore them.
But am I truly prepared to care for an infant? Frankly, I barely survived my daughters first year and I was 25 then. I literally turn into a pumpkin at 9:30pm every night. My teenagers actually tuck ME in now!
Maybe another baby isn't for me.
Maybe we should just get another cat...
In fact the more I think about it, the more I like that idea!