Baby It Ain't Over...

When I lived in Uptown it would take me an hour to decide which purse to take with me when I went out. Last night I met up with a couple of girlfriends for dinner. My purse is now my baby. Let's just be honest. It didn't take long to decide.

The nice thing is that if you have a reasonably good looking baby no one pays any attention to you anyway, so it doesn't really matter what you look like. You could show up to a restaurant in fuzzy pink slippers, your dad's old robe and your hair in a net, and as long as the baby is sort of cute, you're good to go.

Lately I have been trying to help one of my good friends get over her ex.
This is not always an easy thing for someone to do. Sometimes people have trouble understanding that someone is NOT the one for them. In other cases, it's very clear.
When my ex-husband peed in the litter box. I knew he was NOT the one for me.
I could not see myself married to someone for the rest of my life who would use the cat box. I know we all get drunk and do stupid things..once my friend Amy and I stomped up and down the streets of Uptown in the rain singing the song Breathe at the top of our lungs..but I think that is kind of funny...
Peeing in the litter box is gross... it kind of sealed the deal for me..I mean couldn't you just make it five more feet to the bathroom? Did you really need to use the cat's space? Were you THAT wasted??? Anyway, it was just too much for me..and I knew he wasn't the one.
(Of course we had other issues and that is NOT the only reason I divorced him, but you can see that if a guy does THAT there HAD to be other issues)
Will knew that his ex-wife wasn't the one..well, I am not going to go into all the details because I get too fired up... but he had an IDEA when she balled her wedding dress up the day after the wedding and shoved it into the closet.
"Uh, do you want to have that cleaned or anything? You know, boxed up and preserved?"
"I'll get around to it." Or something like that, is what she said.
Actually I really don't know what she said, and I prefer to think she can't speak intelligently so maybe it was more like.."Blah blah blah stupid stupid stupid."
So WILL finally took her dress over to the cleaners across the street.
Weeks later, a little Asian woman began leaving messages that the dress was done.
"She left 45 messages."
Stupidhead never went to get the dress.
I am guessing that was kind of a sign that she wasn't too interested in remembering her wedding.
She wasn't the one.

I knew Will was the one the minute I saw him when he walked into Williams bar in Uptown.
Well actually the first thing I thought was: "Did this guy just have his teeth whitened because he has the most incredibly white teeth I have ever seen in my life?!" But then I thought, "Oh my God..this is the guy. This is THE GUY." And I was right.
I was a little nervous when he left five minutes into the date because he said he forgot his wallet. I thought he wasn't coming back. But he did. (Since then he has forgotten his wallet in the car on numerous occassions, so I know it's just him.)
I think the wonderful thing about real love is that a person can know when it is THE ONE and I truly believe, and you can punch me if you want (but not too hard because I am still recovering from giving birth, thanks) that everything will fall into place pretty easily. This doesn't mean that things won't get hard along the way sometimes. But I mean that I don't think that the relationship ITSELF will be hard. I see people STRUGGLE with their relationships all the time and ..I think WHY? Because if you are the RIGHT people for each other, I don't think it's going to be this way. I think it's going to be a hell of a lot easier than pee in the litter box, well other than the cat's, or 45 messages from Wong's Dry Cleaning.
(I am not making fun of Asians, this is the only Asian name I could come up with right now..maybe their last name was Smith, but I am pretty sure that if they came from Vietnam, their name wasn't Smith, so can you just let me get going here, I have a baby to raise...)

In any case, here's my thought: when it's over..it's hard. It's hard to accept, it's hard to get over, it's hard to move on. BUT when you DO..and you find the RIGHT thing..looking back it will make sense..what I have learned is that it's WORTH it to move on..The best thing that ever happened to me happened because I moved on..and now I get to spend the rest of my life with the man who has the whitest teeth (I really love you Will) on the planet and a baby who can carry my credit cards and lipstick!

Keegan is six weeks old and here is his latest picture. He is NOT depressed. He just doesn't smile for pictures yet. He smiles ALL the time for me..so don't even think that there is anything wrong with him because there isn't! Don't even start judging. He is very very very happy!!!!!!! Being a purse.