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I feel so sorry for Owen sometimes. Now that I'm home all the time, I think he gets sick of seeing my face. He's such a social little boy, and he loved going to his babysitters, and now he doesn't go to them. I'm sure he misses hanging out with other people.

It's not that he doesn't like me (he freaking loves me), it's just that we sort of get sick of each other. That's when we have to leave the house and go on some shopping trip or something. Then he can flirt with all the people at the store. And, boy, does he flirt. He gets this from his dad (believe me, I wish I had half his talent).

I was reading a parenting website (babycenter.com), and a woman was asking what to do with her kid all day, because they get bored. It was really nice to know that I'm not the only one who goes through this. But one of the answers really made me laugh. The woman was a teacher, and she was talking about what she planned on doing over the summer while she was home all the time with her kid. She said she planned on having a morning activity and an afternoon activity, like they would go to the zoo or a museum or something like that. Everyday. Leave the house. Yeah, right. This woman is either delusional, or she has a nanny.

Or am I just really lazy? I have never been one of those women who always has everything planned, and has craft supplies in her craft room (let alone a craft room). I never planned on being a mother, so I worry sometimes that I'm missing the training for it. I worry about failing Owen; that I'm not going to give him all the tools and lessons he needs to be a great person.

But then I sit on the floor and play with him, and he kisses me with his big open mouth, and we read together, and I know that everything is going to be ok.