Mommy time

So I'm left with the baby (though not completely alone.. I do get the baby all to myself at night) as Mr husband is traveling to help people drive better trucks. I have a lot of amazing ideas to spend quality time with the daughter and I am determined to convert her for a mommy-loves-it-so-I-do-too daughter by the time husband is back.

I'm reading her the books that I love which otherwise is locked up in credenza with a promise for cricket match that has 'time out' (that cracks the baby up! weird li'l monsters). The baby makes me read it 6 times and at the 7th , I give her a 'mommy stare' and she knows best to leave it alone.

I then take her to the room to put her to bed. I have all the old songs lined up instead of classic lullaby. She starts asking me the names of actors. I give away a dozen before realizing she has no idea who they are.. doesn't care and I'm just getting played by a kid who has not stepped into kindergarten yet.

I switch over to tall tales telling myself that its a war - I need to win this. I start with all the weird ones that I'm pretty sure husband would have never let me say (too much imagination is too bad I guess). I'm half way through when she starts improvising and I'm annoyed at my incapability.

I look at the little monster.. curse myself for reading so many books while I was pregnant.. switch on the classic lullaby and ask her to sleep. She says no and continues with her story while my 'mommy stares' go unnoticed in the dark.

I wish the trucks ran splendidly and the husband came back home earlier than the schedule