Alone Time

I never seem to be alone.  The other day, my in-laws came over to watch Monkey Lou while I ran to the pharmacy to pick up some medication for whatever virus she happened to be battling at that particular moment.  Mr. Bean was passed out on the bed, and my father-in-law told me to just run along, head off to the pharmacy on my own, and he and the Iaia (grandma) could handle the two (really one, as the baby was sleeping).  However, just as the moment to depart arrived, guess who woke up?  That was the end of my solo venture, and I never even made it out the door.  Monkey Lou's particular issues make her quite the handful, so I understand why the grandparents wanted to have all hands on deck when watching her, even though it was for about a 30-minute spell.  So I strapped Mr. Bean up into the baby carrier and away we went.  Together.  As always.

Lately, I've found myself staying up later than my husband, watching random things on the computer or reading equally random information on various sites.  Last night I found myself learning all about Amigurimi, the Japanese art of crocheting little animals.  And yes, it was interesting, but no, I do not plan to learn how to do it.  Not now, anyway.  I've got hats to make!

It is at this time when I am as most alone during the day, with Jordi sleeping next to me and Mr. Bean snoozing on my lap (yes, I know, I should try to get him to sleep on his own, but we have a tiny apartment, grouchy neighbors, and he tends to raise holy hell when he is asked to be more than a meter away from his mama...and God forbid he should wake up Monkey Lou...then the whole house would be in uproar...so yes, my lap is where he sleeps for now, and my lap is where he shall stay).  I keep telling myself that I need to go to bed, yet I stay up...I think mostly because I need this time 'by myself.'

It's as close as I am going to get for the time being.  At least until the Bean gets mobile and starts running away from me like his big sister does on a daily basis.