Now that I post this...a couple of months later, of course...it's funny how your whole idea of life, responsibilities and the 'essence' of who you are and what you care about changes once you have a child. This one still makes me giggle as I painstakingly recall that night and still silently say to myself when I see young singles or pregnant women graze our block....'Just you wait. And, yes, as I heard many times before the arrival of Bee - enjoy [the stupidity] now.'....
Hoboken, New Jersey is a really nice neighborhood with prices for rental or purchase is comparable to NYC's prestigious West Village or even Brooklyn's Park Slope. The city is peppered with lovable local shops, parks, and beautiful views of the city. The cohabitants; however, are of an interesting sort - one that Jason and I find ourselves not normally fitting into but enjoy it for the most part due to its safety. The smallest majority would be the original Hobokenites who you can still see from time to time - namely, the Italians or some Irish. The newest gentrification includes the usual...the soccer moms/dads (ie, young families), the yuppies, and sure, we have a college but its Stevens Institute for Technology (so, let's face it, the more behaved, sedated, intellectual type of college student - they tend to stick to their area on the cliffs anyway).
It's 2:45 AM on a Friday, nay, Saturday morning and we just put Olivia Bee to bed after her second feeding in the midst of a growth spurt meaning we will probably be up every 45 minutes to an hour after this (and were already thanking our lucky stars that this was only the second time tonight waking and we had a total of ABOUT 6 hours sleep...last night was 3). We were discussing whether to stick with the SwaddleMe's or to make a first purchase of the Miracle Blanket - for those not hip to the lingo these are brands of swaddlers, *ahem*,baby straitjackets, to aid in their sleep. We were exhausted...of course, this is not what Mr. newest-junior-analyst on Wall Street was feeling on a cool summer morning...
No, he was thinking more along the lines 'Whoooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!....(I make more money than I ever imagined, glad I majored in Psychology and Dad got me this job, time to do a mating call...hopefully she has really tight f*ck me pants on and no underwear - another college staple somehow recreated and desperately held on to during Hoboken's nicest of spring/summer weekends). In retaliation, of course, Olivia Bee thinks 'WTF?!?' and revisits one of her favourite crying spouts in the key of C.
So, THANK YOU, young twentysomething yuppie neighbor. I sincerely hope you are proud of yourself. I hope that you were able to bag the bird and, perhaps, by accident or grace of God, she becomes pregnant. Perhaps you two attempt a relationship and get married for the 'sake of the child'. By this time I would assume and hope that you have moved on to the Upper East Side where your concerns are not for any inconsiderate neighbors but whether your partner is loyal or not.
....as you can see, I never finished this post; however, have moved on from the bitterness due to lack of sleep. Now, I relish the time I have left 24/7 with our little Bee....LOL
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