Changing My Mind

Brigid and Steve have been out of town for the last few days, on a long weekend trip to the beach. It's been nice and relaxing around the house, with only myself to deal with (I cleaned the house on Saturday! Well, part of it, anyway! And the part that I cleaned? IT STAYED CLEAN!!!), but still...I've missed that kid, something terrible.

Oh, and Steve. I've missed him, too.

Anyway, last night, on our pre-bedtime Facetime call, I asked her if she was ready to come home, yet, since they were heading back to Atlanta today.

No.

No? You're not ready to come home? Steve tried again, asking her what she liked more, the house she was in at that moment, or her house at home, with me.

Dis one.

Why?

Me no yike mommy.

Well. Ok, then.

You know, I'd always thought that I wanted all girls, because girls are what I know. I grew up with two sisters. I already have a daughter of my own. I am a girl, for crying out loud. I know how it works.

Plus, if I'm being honest, the clothes for girls are just cuter. It's the way of the world, and you can't argue with my logic.

But now? I am SERIOUSLY rethinking my life plan. If it takes learning about boy things to birth a kid that actually likes me, then I am all for it. I will do what it takes to have at least ONE KID that likes me more than Steve, I swear...