Shea's mom had a couple days off so Shea and Pace headed down to Weyburn on Sunday for a brief visit, returning tomorrow.
It's been good timing as that's allowed me to pluck away on the new Mac for a couple days without interruption – I mean, I love Pace more than anything in the world but there are times when I miss my former life too – being able to watch movies uninterrupted, sleep uninterrupted, put something on the floor without worrying about it being ripped apart, being able to get into a cupboard or go downstairs without navigating the baby-proofing safety devices we have in place.
On the flip side, I had the whole city in front of me after work today so what did I do? Go to a movie? Go to a “no kids allowed” bar for supper? Sit in the dark and do shots of whiskey until I blacked out? (Okay, I'm reaching for things you can't do once you have a baby but you get the idea.) Anyhow, I grabbed a couple movies when I left RPL and having watched “Requiem For A Dream” and am debating re-watching “The Aristrocrats”. That's it – that's my “nobody here but me, myself and I” adventure. Although both movies fall in the “disturbing and profane” category, I have to admit – I'm officially boring. An adult. A dad.
I'm not complaining though – because she's practicing extended breastfeeding, Shea hasn't been away from Pace for more than I think six hours EVER. And I'm stretching there because that was in those few short weeks when he might sleep six hours straight without waking up for a slurp. I think it may be four hours if you count how long's she's ever physically been away from him.
On the other hand, I've had a couple chances to be away from Pace for a night or two – the odd time when I was called to go to a community near Indian Head for work, I'd go to my parents' house the night before to shorten my drive the next day. When I was doing training in the far reaches of our region, I stayed in a hotel for a couple nights (that was in the far NE corner. At the far SE corner, I was able to stay with Shea's aunt and uncle so Shea and Pace came with me.) And in the one that I still regret, the night Pace was born, we weren't able to get into a private room and the nurse was adamant that there could be no one else staying in a shared room. I probably didn't put up nearly the fight I should have and ended up going home at 4am after nearly 16 straight hours at the hospital. (Luckily I did go home – all four grandparents had gotten into our liquor cabinet and were celebrating – but that's a whole other story!) I ended up having one drink with them then crashing for, oh, maybe three hours before going back to the hospital.
Anyhow, I was going to put a YouTube clip of Pace up because I haven't done that for awhile. But YouTube's not cooperating so maybe another day…
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