Today is definitely one of those days.
I went to bed at 7:30 last night because I have an awesome baby who is like, "Sure mom, I can go to sleep for the night at 7pm tonight with only happy fussing and no real fight." And then I'm all like, "Thanks for making me look like I know what I'm doing! I won't even mind if you wake up at 4:30 in the morning like usual and are ready to go because I'll still have had 9 hours of sleep! Go team!"
Then 9:30 pm rolls around and I'm AWAKE.... with the stomach flu.
Then 11:30 pm rolls around and I'm still running back and forth to the bathroom every 10 minutes or so and in between trying to will myself to sleep through the nausea and stomach pain because the ever flushing toilet keeps threatening to wake perfect baby and the other bathroom is way too far away in the dark.... and the dogs would definitely think it was breakfast time if I left the room.
I managed to get to sleep again about 11:30 and then I woke up at 5 am right before the baby. Which is nice. I like to have a few minutes to wake up before she starts yodeling in her pack and play and asking me to turn on Blue's Clues... because Blue's Clues isn't on at 5 am, it's not on until 6 or 6:30 and I really really hate Wonder Pets. It makes me want to gouge my ears out. I was going to say eyes but it's not so much the style of animation that bothers me (even though it's really annoying), it's more the fact that they sing the same song every episode and the voice overs are strained and pitchy.
Moving on.
I am still sick but I have to do my best to entertain my baby because Drew cannot just call in sick and stay home to take care of us. I really don't want her getting sick so I'm trying to do as many exhausting high energy with minimal close face to face interaction things with her as possible to encourage nap.
The dogs aren't helping. That is typical. Here is what happens in my house.
Atlas my golden retriever, super sweet but short on brains.
Atlas: "WHAT MOM!? THE BABY IS ASLEEP!? OKAY! I'M JUST GONNA DRINK THIS WATER...AS LOUD AS I CAN POSSIBLY MANAGE!" Then he spins in circles right outside the door where she is sleeping clicking his nails louder than necessary hoping she will wake up so he can kiss her some more.
Oliver, my corgi, the most emo dog in the world and Sir Grumpy Gills.
Oliver: "HEY! HEY MOM! I KNOW YOU SPENT THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS PUTTING IN THIS FENCE SO WE COULD SIT OUTSIDE BECAUSE I WAS BEGGING YOU TO TAKE ME OUTSIDE ALL THE TIME BUT NOW THAT WE HAVE IT I WANT TO SIT INSIDE BECAUSE I DON'T CARE ANY MORE SO I'M GOING TO BARK ROUGHLY ONCE PER SECOND UNTIL YOU STOP IGNORING ME AND LET ME IN." Then he runs directly to his food dish because I let him in so it must be dinner time even though it's only noon and when I don't feed him dinner at noon he paces sadly clicking his nails loudly outside where the baby is sleeping to show his displeasure at my unwillingness to bend to his request.
And that's my day.
Monday, January 28, 2013
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Blog Part One... Aaaand GO!
Being a stay at home mom (SAHM for those of you who are behind on the acronyms) has turned out to be pretty much exactly what I expected. It has been five months on Friday and I still don't have the hang of it. For me, as I hope for others so I'm not the only miserable failure, I can accomplish 2 of the 3: Being a good mom, being a good wife, keeping a clean house. Guess which one falls to the wayside? You bet my house is cluttered! Not messy, if you exclude the ever growing sink full of dishes because I hate doing dishes... this is why I have 12-18 bottles at all times, but cluttered.
I used to think the 1450 sq ft of our home was too big, until we brought home baby gear. Real estate agents should really tell you to plan for 1000 sq ft per child you plan to have. Drew and I now have 450 sq ft to share, the rest is allotted to baby and dogs ... when they fit.
And the other thing I expected was to be very much alone all the time... or want to be alone. The dogs spend most of their day in the yard which is fantastic because having them inside is like having an ADHD toddler, a moody teenager, and of course the enthusiastic baby and they may as well all be speaking Spanish because I can't understand a bloody thing and none of them seem to understand me.
Thank goodness for my years of hardcore training at being a hermit or the lack of communication could drive me mad. Instead I provide commentary for my 21 week old daughter, and shes hysterical.
Leaving the house is not an option usually. I'm not that coordinated. I feel like I have to plan it down to the minute the night before. I'm getting braver though. We attempted the Moby wrap twice in the past 2 days and we're making progress. Let me break it down for you.
Day 1: Tried a structured carrier and Chloe kicked her legs, cried, and scratched at me with her tiny baby claws. Switched her to the Moby. She fussed, leaned her head as far away from me as possible so to make sure that I was not to think that tying her to me would draw any sort of affection such as willful snuggling or appreciation. I am mom - transportation device, feeder, bum changer, and bather. I am not dad - snuggler and general AWESOME parent.
Day 2: Lasted 30 minutes as opposed to the day before. Sneaky mom, waiting for Chloe to be overtired after refusing to nap for 3 hours. Walked around, looked in mirrors so Chloe could flirt with herself, and then sat down. Baby, warm and snuggly, begins to fall asleep... momentarily resting her head against my chest. Mommy makes fatal mistake of kissing sweet good smelling baby hair on top of her head, baby realizes what is going on, promptly throws head backwards and cries.
I removed her from the Moby, put her in the crib, and she immediately fell asleep.
I'm sure her teenaged years will be fun.
Kudos to Chloe though! She happily sat in her high chair and read her Baby Einstein book for about 45 minutes while I prepped dinner. She did sneeze on it twice (good thing the pages are wipeable!) but I do mean read. She was reading out loud to me...in baby language, perhaps in thanks for the hundreds of books I've read for her.... or in attempt to throw off my cooking. Silly Chloe, I don't attempt recipes with more than 5 ingredients or ones that have any challenging steps!
Then dad came home and the day got a billion times better... Until we ate enchiladas in front of her and she let us know with her stern facial expressions that eating enchiladas without offering one to her was very rude and that we should be ashamed of ourselves. Still, those who have no teeth receive no enchiladas!
I used to think the 1450 sq ft of our home was too big, until we brought home baby gear. Real estate agents should really tell you to plan for 1000 sq ft per child you plan to have. Drew and I now have 450 sq ft to share, the rest is allotted to baby and dogs ... when they fit.
And the other thing I expected was to be very much alone all the time... or want to be alone. The dogs spend most of their day in the yard which is fantastic because having them inside is like having an ADHD toddler, a moody teenager, and of course the enthusiastic baby and they may as well all be speaking Spanish because I can't understand a bloody thing and none of them seem to understand me.
Thank goodness for my years of hardcore training at being a hermit or the lack of communication could drive me mad. Instead I provide commentary for my 21 week old daughter, and shes hysterical.
Leaving the house is not an option usually. I'm not that coordinated. I feel like I have to plan it down to the minute the night before. I'm getting braver though. We attempted the Moby wrap twice in the past 2 days and we're making progress. Let me break it down for you.
Day 1: Tried a structured carrier and Chloe kicked her legs, cried, and scratched at me with her tiny baby claws. Switched her to the Moby. She fussed, leaned her head as far away from me as possible so to make sure that I was not to think that tying her to me would draw any sort of affection such as willful snuggling or appreciation. I am mom - transportation device, feeder, bum changer, and bather. I am not dad - snuggler and general AWESOME parent.
Day 2: Lasted 30 minutes as opposed to the day before. Sneaky mom, waiting for Chloe to be overtired after refusing to nap for 3 hours. Walked around, looked in mirrors so Chloe could flirt with herself, and then sat down. Baby, warm and snuggly, begins to fall asleep... momentarily resting her head against my chest. Mommy makes fatal mistake of kissing sweet good smelling baby hair on top of her head, baby realizes what is going on, promptly throws head backwards and cries.
I removed her from the Moby, put her in the crib, and she immediately fell asleep.
I'm sure her teenaged years will be fun.
Kudos to Chloe though! She happily sat in her high chair and read her Baby Einstein book for about 45 minutes while I prepped dinner. She did sneeze on it twice (good thing the pages are wipeable!) but I do mean read. She was reading out loud to me...in baby language, perhaps in thanks for the hundreds of books I've read for her.... or in attempt to throw off my cooking. Silly Chloe, I don't attempt recipes with more than 5 ingredients or ones that have any challenging steps!
Then dad came home and the day got a billion times better... Until we ate enchiladas in front of her and she let us know with her stern facial expressions that eating enchiladas without offering one to her was very rude and that we should be ashamed of ourselves. Still, those who have no teeth receive no enchiladas!
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