Big Yellow Taxi

I am becoming increasingly convinced that I was meant to be French, or at the very least a Siesta practicing Spaniard (but only if I don't have to live in a city). Justin thinks I want to be an "old lady." But, I think part of being an "old lady" is being lonely, and that is exactly what I don't want.

I don't think people should have to work more than 8 hours a day, and I think families should be able to have dinner together, and if they CAN'T they should at least get lunch together. I think little boys should be able to play with their Daddy's, because when they don't get to they have a hard time going to sleep because they think Daddy will play with them if they refuse to go to bed (which Daddy will, because he misses the little boy).

I have a feeling that Justin will never have bankers hours and be able to bring home the bacon. It just really stinks for Reuben to have both of his parents working their tails off all the time. And instead of becoming more independent, and used to our schedule he shows signs of needing an attentive parent. He started hurting himself to get attention. He will hit, or pinch, or fall on something and then come up to me and say, "Ow, that hurt." I will kiss him better, and then he will immediately do it again. I try to tell him that if he wants a kiss he doesn't need to hurt himself first, all he has to do is ask. He hasn't figured that out yet.