Respect

I just want to start off by saying that I am entirely and utterly grateful to Carrie and Michelle for how much they babysit for me. Entirely. I don't know how we could survive without them. We didn't entirely think through the daycare situation when I got pregnant. And they are saviors.

But he is MY child, right? I do get to make a couple decisions when it comes to him. And I'm not bitchy about it, I don't think so at least. I let them have pretty free reign when he's with them.

Tonight Chris took me out for my birthday. We went to dinner, and then drove around talking, something we haven't done together in ages. Carrie was asked to watch Luke, and please have him home and in bed at 8. That is his bedtime. It has never changed since he was 4 months old. It works perfectly for him. And I love it.

Then we get home just before 8, figuring Carrie would be here with him. Nope. I call. She's at RONI'S out in HARTFORD. That's 20+ minutes away. So I'm told she'll have him home soon. An hour later, they walk in the door. UH!

Chris is going to make sure he's up by 8 as usual in the morning, so he doesn't get thrown off.

The only other thing that has ever bugged me is them turning his car seat forward. He is supposed to be rear facing until he's at least a year, and I want him backwards until at least two, preferably. Depending on his whether or not he outgrows the seat before then. But he's still got a good amount of time before he hits the height limits.

But anyway, my point is. I want a couple of holds. I want to be in control of his life somehow.

Life would be nice if I could be a stay at home mom. In a perfect world....