A New Start

James and I have separated.

The baby and I have been in a new apartment for a week now. During that time we have settled much more into a routine then we ever had with James. We wake up, DM nurses, I go to the bathroom and change his diaper, then breakfast is cooked and dishes are washed. After that it depends on if I'm home or not, and how late I'm home. At night dinner is cooked, we eat dinner at the table, and then I get online while DM plays and/or falls asleep in my lap.

I don't have anyone else to rely on really, which is both scary and nice. It's scary because I worry about little things, like is he going to wake up when I try to take a shower? How do I get laundry done when the laundry room is on the other side of this set of buildings?

It's nice because I get to do things MY way. Plus I like my kitchen here a lot more then my old place. At the old place I always felt very confined. The new place is much more open, which is funny because it is a smaller apartment. James has also come over a few times so we are still working on our relationship.

DM is still not walking. I'm kind of glad. He is starting to talk. He knows that Izzy is at daycare and can say Iz-zy. He has said Da-id as well. He says mamama and dadada. Occusionally he'll say another word. According to Sarah (the woman who watches him), he roared tonight when playing with a lion toy that roared.

It is good change.