life.

I have no life.  Social life, that is.  This is my choice.  My kid has always needed to go to bed early and I choose to be home in time for him to get a good night of sleep.  There are times that we are out of town and come home late but for the most part, I plan on being home in time for him to go to bed when he's tired.  He now sucks at sleeping in the car so we used to be able to plan on car time as sleep time but that hasn't worked in a while.  My friends often try to get me out for the evening and ask, "Can't your parents watch Henry?" My answer is usually the same, of course they can watch him.  Of course they would watch him if I asked them to.  Here's the thing.  I chose to have Henry in my life.  I chose to get pregnant.  I chose to parent him.  I did not choose to have him so I could go on living the life I had before he was born.  I know that having to be home by 6 every night is pathetic and lame.  But I also know that it is what is best for my son.  It is what makes him happy and healthy and such an easy going kid.  He knows what to expect.  The structure and security I have provided for him have been good decisions on my part.  Someday I will have a social life again.  I look forward to it but at the same time, I have no regrets.  Henry is amazing and I know that I will always do what is best for him.  It's not about being a martyr.  It's about loving my life with Henry in it.  The other bullshit I have to deal with is nothing compared to getting to have a happy and healthy son in my life.  With him, the sky's the limit.