Um, yeah. It’s 10:19 p.m. as I start this post. I’m not going to be writing anything awesome today.
I spent the hour between 9 and 10 (plus a few extra minutes on either end) trying to put my baby to bed. Somehow, in that time, she went from totally calm, a little bit yawny, and even content in her swaddle, to all upset and loud. Even though I thought through everything I did, and tried to do only the things that would encourage sleep. (I didn’t even blare any Van Halen, give her spinny rides, finger-feed her coffee, tickle her, or lecture her about reefer madness.)
Now she’s falling asleep on Daddy in her babyTrekker… again. And Daddy’s trying to say the right thing to make me feel like I haven’t just accomplished a perfect mom-fail. La la la, I know that being hard on myself doesn’t do anyone any favours… but whatever. Tell that to the sleepy mom-brain.
Today was our first day without Sean in a long time. For the last four weeks, he’s been in a hiatus between his college course, training to be a machinist, and his work placement. It’s been amazing, having him home to make sure E is getting lots of attention while I focus on settling in with the baby.
Nonetheless, today I feel like we did pretty well on our own (I was pretty proud of the way I sliced cheese one-handed)… although I realized how big of a production it can be just to get around the corner to the park with both of my kids at once.
And you should see my living room. It is covered in laundry. (At least it’s clean laundry.)
Fold three items, hear daughter make Bog of Eternal Stench noise to fill diaper, change daughter’s diaper. Fold two items, realize it’s lunchtime, make son’s lunch before dropping blood glucose levels turn him into whiny drama puddle. Fold three items, daughter fusses, spend 20-30 minutes getting her all bedded down. Play cars with son, despite nagging feeling… what was I doing again?
ANYWAY! For those of you who read my Totally Odd Post yesterday, well, thanks for reading! Some of you – mostly related to me – figured out what the trick was. But I don’t think it was as obvious as I thought it would be while I was writing it – my own Hubbibi, who is quite cerebrally well-endowed, needed a giant hint to get the trick, which is simply this: it’s a post with no Es.
How about that, folks??