So why didn’t anyone tell me being a mom with a toddler can suck on the 4th of July? See, while the rest of the world was out watching fireworks, and having picnics, I stayed home. Emma is just at that age, 2 1/2, where she can’t stay awake to watch fireworks. And where I live we’re not allowed to shoot them off, and you have to drive into the city and join the mob of people waiting to watch the ‘Big’ ones. And Emma can barely stand in line at the grocery store, let alone stay seated on a blanket for hours on end!
And then, this is a rare confession so enjoy it, I was watching the Seattle fireworks on the local station and they started panning the crowd. And I saw all these couples watching with excitement, and cuddling, or sitting together as a family. And I had that pang. That pang of Oh I wanna guy to hold me like that. While we sing along with the cheesy music being played in time to the fireworks. Usually I’m happy being single, with just me and Emma–who is my world. But every once in awhile, a bit of reality of how the rest of the world works slips in and I let myself have that fantasy. Where I’m with a guy, leaning against a hard chest, with his hairy arms wrapped around me. Ha! Killed the moment, didn’t I? Hairy arms. *snicker* But actually I like guys with body hair, so sue me.
Anyway, I woke up this morning and the nostalgic moment was gone. I’m once again fine being single. Now if someone could just yell at me and tell me to get my butt in gear and start writing the Caveman entry again. I was doing great for a couple of days, but now… now I’m just a bit ho hum about everything. Grrr. And I really like what I’ve written so far, and Lacy likes what I’ve written, so why aren’t I on the Writing Train going 100mph?
All right, I’ve blabbed on enough. How was your fourth everyone? Your long weekend if you had one?
But then again, on that dating note, maybe I should just find myself a good guy to settle down with. Nice, wholesome, doesn’t make waves. Someone like, say, him…. or is that a her?
Oh goodness I’ve seen that picture countless times but it makes me stare far too long everytime I see it again. Why why WHY would someone do this to themselves? And yeah, is that a man or a woman?
Your knight in shining armor with hairy arms is coming to you, trust me. I understand the pang feelings, I would have them too when I was single and it was just me and my son against the world. Thank goodness for him and my friends - they made (still make!) my world brighter then.
I’m leaving you a comment right now and you just left me one! Trippy!
Funny, Shelli, sometimes, reading your blog, I remember how it was when it was just my little man and I against the world, and how…well, how GOOD that felt. How strong and competent I felt…how much like a team we were.
but yeah, the whole ‘wanting someone there when you want him’ thing blew chunks.
Sheesh. Eyebrow rings freak me out…or the ones under the lip…this guy…gal?…is just pushin’ all my buttons.
Take care, chica. Sorry you had the moment. glad it’s over…
I was watching a similar program with couple cuddling, kissing and singing, too.
Karen asked above why anyone would do that to themselves. For attention, I think. ;-)
Paz
Where do you find these pics, Shelli? OMG.
Anyway, get your butt in gear in start working on your Caveman story! {How’s that?}
I hear ya. Even if I hadnt had to work last night we would’nt have done anything. Mckenzie goes to bed at 9 every night on the dot. She never fights it and is always ready. I hate dragging her out when I know she will be sleepy.
oh lovely! I’ve seen faces completely tatted up and I’ve seen people with too many piercings too count, but nothing ever quite this…much. (and I’ve seen him before, but I still can’t stop staring. he’s a morbid fascination for me.)
also!!! I so feel you about not being able to write a farthing thing right now. I’m going through a pretty steady slump at the moment. Less than a 100 pgs to go before I finish my latest WIP and ugh…I hate it. but we gotta finish it girl. We gotta. ;) chin up, and get r’ done!
I know what you mean, Shelli. It’s hard not to think that all those people cuddling up “have something” when in reality, he probably drinks and she goes on shopping therapy.
I’m glad it was just a twinge.
I’m finally back. I was thinking, reading your blog, that camping out in the boonies used to be fun before kids. I’ll never tell my redneck hubby, but I’d rather go to a spa!!!
LOL.
Love you. Oh and Congrats on the Lit Sass review. I think it was a lot better than they did, but they’re a tough crowd.
*Sound of a whip crack* Get to work on that Caveman book!!!!
When I see crowd shots of people outdoors, cuddled up on the grass, awestruck by fireworks…all I can think of are mosquitos! I can’t be in that type of environment for more than five minutes or I get eaten alive.
My Fourth was boring but good - hubby had to work so I stayed home and wrote, while listening to my neighbors shoot off fireworks ALL NIGHT LONG.
Now get to work on that Caveman entry!!!
No, not like him… her. :-)
FYI, I’m part of a couple. And after coming home from my mom’s house, we vegged on the couch and watched the displays on tv too. Much more comfortable!
OMG - how does the man eat? He couldn’t dribble his food - it would make his shiny bits go dull!
My man has hairy arms and legs… once a complete turn off but they uhhh grew on me *pun intended*
Ugh that pic made my stomach turn. I’m eating my lunch too!
I felt like crying when you mentioned the pang. :o(
Hairy, yup, mine’s hairy. Yum!
:o)
Okay I just realised that could be taken the wrong way…
My husband has body hair.
That’s better!
:o)
Argh - the pang. I hear ya. Much as I love the freedom of my single life, there are those moments…too bad we couldn’t have the best of both worlds. Be there when I want you, go away when I don’t.
I can sympathize as I also have a 3 year old toddler and another child currently under construction. I know how hard it is to get to do things like celebrating the 4th by watching fireworks. When I find myself getting down about it I remind myself how lucky I am to have my babies. I know lots of people who can’t have children. I wouldn’t trade my son for the world and I am sure I will feel the same way towards this baby girl I am currently carrying. Please enter me in your contest to win some pirate’s booty. I read about your contest at the Romance Studios. Cool blog. I will have to stop by and read it from now on.
My sons are 28, 24 and 22 but I certainly remember those days. Don’t worry, it gets worse before it gets better LOL. How about some Pirate’s Booty? Your kid might really like that!
Shelli! Are you trying to give me nightmares? Seriously! That picture is scary!
I have those moments too once and a great while. They don’t last very long. :/ As for the fourth I worked. :D It was a good time!
That guy looks like he could have come right out of Pirate’s Booty. He’s got me so excited that I had to rush right over and enter a comment with the words “Pirate’s Booty” in it so that I could be entered in the Pirate’s Booty celebration contest. I love contests. Thank you, Shelli, for having this one.
Ouchie!
OH MY GOD!!!! Who would do that to themselves???? What a crazy picture.
I feel you with the happy being single, every once in a while a twinge… I felt that watching the fireworks… I wanted to be held and kissed too.