Most people would begin their day with a shower. A nice, hot steamy shower. My day? Started at 5:30 with a grunting newborn and spit-up being showered all over my left side.
Not really the same thing.
To make the day better, my husband grabbed his suitcases and headed out the door for the week. By then, the alarm started blaring to signal M's wake up time. This woke up the baby who was ALMOST asleep. I get M up, settle the baby in his bed, and set about getting M ready for school. She can't find her hat. She has to go potty. She wastes time by trying to sneak candy in her backpack for the bus ride. She NEARLY MISSES THE BUS (!!!). Back inside, the baby is once again covered in spit up and NOT sleeping. I change the baby's diaper, change his clothes, rock him to sleep. Yet again, right before he drifts off, he is woken back up. This time it's G, wanting to know if it's "morning day time?" (daylight) and if Spongebob was on. I turn on Spongebob, tell G to lay down next to me, get some juice for his cup, and re-rock the baby back to sleep after a little nursing since his belly must be empty with all the puke baths.
It is only 7:30 am at this time.
The baby finally sleeps, G drifts back off to sleep as well. I cry happy tears and fall asleep until G wakes me and baby up at 9:45. My joy at extra sleep diminishes as soon as I roll out of bed. It seems the beagle has taken it upon herself to chew up every single gDiaper disposable liner that I had thrown in the diaper pail. Picking up liners that are dripping with slobber and baby crap is not fun. At. all. G notices the diapers and asks if they are filled with cheese. No, son. That is just the wonderful color of newborn poop.
G decides he wants to stay upstairs and watch cartoons in bed, but requests crackers. I am pleased that he is being GOOD and stationary for a change so I agree and wouldn't you know, not 5 minutes later, he is spitting chewed up crackers in to my underwear drawer. At this point, I have had enough of the upstairs and we all head downstairs for what will HOPEFULLY be a less adventurous day.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Bring on The Crazy
Tomorrow Husband leaves for his apprenticeship school 150 miles away. Until Friday. That means I will be left alone with the 3 kids for the first time ever. I am not looking forward to it, since The Crazy seems to show up whenever Husband is out of town. It will be a very stressful week.
I'm not exactly sure why The Crazy pops up as soon as Husband packs his suitcase. Perhaps it is because I am insanely jealous that he gets to leave the house for an ENTIRE week. No kids. No spouse. Just school until 4 every day and then chilling in a motel room at night. To him, it is boring. He hates not sleeping in his own bed, having to eat fast food every night and not being comfortable in his own home. To me? It sounds like a vacation! Laying in bed for hours on end and NOT having any diapers to change, mouths to feed, temper tantrums to settle... Taking a bath BY YOURSELF or just going to the bathroom without pets or toddlers trailing in behind you... Yes, I am jealous. So I get Crazy.
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Baby A is 9 days old today. Can time please slow down? I am trying to enjoy this squishy newborn stage as much as I can since Husband and I won't be trying for our 4th (and last?! or not?!) baby for another 2-3 years. A is such a good baby, not unlike the other 2. However, he cries a lot less than they did. Only TWICE since we have been home. He would rather grunt and coo to get my attention, with a few loud squawks if I take too long changing his diapers.
PS: How sad is it that I have a 9 day old baby and am already craving another one? My husband and family would murder me if I got pregnant again. Also: post-birth cramping gets worse with each child. REMEMBER THE PAIN?
I'm not exactly sure why The Crazy pops up as soon as Husband packs his suitcase. Perhaps it is because I am insanely jealous that he gets to leave the house for an ENTIRE week. No kids. No spouse. Just school until 4 every day and then chilling in a motel room at night. To him, it is boring. He hates not sleeping in his own bed, having to eat fast food every night and not being comfortable in his own home. To me? It sounds like a vacation! Laying in bed for hours on end and NOT having any diapers to change, mouths to feed, temper tantrums to settle... Taking a bath BY YOURSELF or just going to the bathroom without pets or toddlers trailing in behind you... Yes, I am jealous. So I get Crazy.
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Baby A is 9 days old today. Can time please slow down? I am trying to enjoy this squishy newborn stage as much as I can since Husband and I won't be trying for our 4th (and last?! or not?!) baby for another 2-3 years. A is such a good baby, not unlike the other 2. However, he cries a lot less than they did. Only TWICE since we have been home. He would rather grunt and coo to get my attention, with a few loud squawks if I take too long changing his diapers.
PS: How sad is it that I have a 9 day old baby and am already craving another one? My husband and family would murder me if I got pregnant again. Also: post-birth cramping gets worse with each child. REMEMBER THE PAIN?