So, as of September 19, I am an Aunt. Heather Marie Richmond made an appearance 10 days late and after 3 days of labour and a last-minute c-section. I`m an aunt.
I`m at home, in St. Marys. Well, I`m at their home. I wander around here like a ghost. My room is now a nursary, things aren`t in the same place. I know I`m useful now. But, once the stitches start to disolve I probably won`t be useful anymore. But that`s ok. Because, and I`m happy to report: I don`t want one. I don`t really want to be useful. Not for that reason.
Ash doesn`t sleep or eat. She gets down a half cup of jello, and gets maybe an hour of sleep a night. And the house is still immaculate. She digs at me for leaving lights on and cries over everything. The baby cries when it`s not sleeping. and that`s all it does. I mean, I wasn`t expecting cartwheels or anything, but still...there`s no giggling, no cooing...
It`s impossible. I thought I had an impossible juggling act, but her... I don`t know. they can`t leave the baby alone ever. there`s no lying down. no watching TV. No time to chill out, no going out. I`d be afraid to leave the house. We can`t have the windows open because it`s too cold, and I just sweat. I get here at 8 in the morning and leave at 11 while they`re still awake, and I haven`t showered... And it`s not even my baby!
No. I`m happy. Happy to be cool Aunt Sparky. Cool Aunt Sparky from up North.