At a Loss For Words

I've spent so much time in front of the computer the last two days my left butt cheek actually stuck to the chair when I stood up to take a break a few minutes ago.

If I don't get over this case of writer's block I might as well glue my ass in place. I simply refuse to give in until each page of this television script is filled with words that actually make sense.

This is one of those days that I wish I was someone other than a television producer. Hell, I'd rather work as a fishmonger or some other mindless job. Anything that doesn't require me to put two words in a row would be ideal right about now.

My Daughter, Hannibal Lecter

Me: Natalia are you hungry, do you want some dinner?

Natalia: Yep, hungry.

Me: Did you have a snack at preschool?

Natalia nods.

Me: What did your teacher give you to eat?

Natalia: Children.

Me: Children? Are you sure that's what you ate?

Natalia head goes up and down three times in a row.

Natalia: Uh-huh. Little children. Dee-lish-us.

A Fantasy Life

Now, that I'm back to working so much I can barely remember to put deodorant on in the morning...I've been fantasizing about staying at home with my daughter. But if I did that all the Coke in the fridge would disappear and I'd wear out the new flat screen watching reruns of hte Real Housewives of New Jersey. A girl can dream, can't she?

Yep, It Hurts

A nasty scrape on the shin that bloody hurts. That's what you get when you refuse to hold Mommy's hand or the railing when you walk down the patio steps. Natalia howled like I've never heard her howl before when this happened last night. Nothing made her stop crying. Not milk, hugs and kisses, or back-to-back episodes of Olivia (thank God I TiVo it on Nickelodeon). She cried so much she fell asleep in my arms. I tried to hold onto her and somehow not touch the bloody thing on her leg. Not an easy thing to do when your leg is pinned down by a 26-pound toddler. Or when she woke up screaming when she realized Rob and I were oh so carefully pulling on her night diaper and pajamas.

I felt like crap all night even though it was inevitable that she'd get banged up sooner or later. But the guilt went away this morning when I dropped her off at preschool. Her leg no longer hurts. Of course. But as soon as I told her teacher about her boo boo Natalia limped right past her teach like the little actress she is. She even picked the correct leg for the performance.

It's A Whole New Family

After two weeks out-of-town I came home to a whole new kid. Natalia no longer refers to herself in the first person. Now, everything is mine, me and I. No more, that's Natalia's. And I swear she's an inch taller. My husband even bought her a cute outfit to wear when he picked me up at the airport. What the hell happened while I was gone? My husband shopped for kid clothes? Shoes, a top and shorts. And holy shit he even bought the correct size. My husband is now a shopping whiz and my 2 1/2 year-old seems like she's going on five. Either I'm so exhausted I'm not seeing straight or we're all just getting old.