2003-10-18 - 4:40 p.m. - Cycle day:

This past week marked my first true baby-free outing, not counting a couple runs to the post office or take-out counter. I went with my sister to my old stomping grounds, the bar where my friends play - both in the performing sense and the reveling sense. I waited until M. was awake and hungry, got her fed and changed, and then left The Husband (and The Brother In Law) alone. We were gone less than two hours, and the time flew by. I guess I'm supposed to feel guilty about leaving her or say I missed her desperately every moment I was away, but the truth is, it was good to get out and be social. I saw about a dozen of my friends all at one time, and even though most of them were babycentric, I got to have conversations with people not related to me. I haven't gotten to do much of that lately, and it was a good thing. Mama-ing is a hard, hard job, and I was due for a little break. I know some women go for months or years before leaving their little ones, but I guess that's not the kind of mama I am. Honestly, I was sad to go home. And even sadder when I walked in the door to a screaming baby and an exhasperated husband.

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