My feelings exactly, Alexander.Last night at 10:45 Kisa woke up and decided it was play time. It took me an hour and 45 minutes to get her back to sleep, and then another half hour to fall asleep myself. After which, I was promptly awakened by the cat tipping over the glass of water on Matt's nightstand. Ugh...
What followed was actually a glorious night of sleep, but this morning I woke up in a puddle of infant pee. Yes, Kisa wet the bed- and by THE bed, I mean MY bed*. So I had to wake her up and change her diaper and clothes. She refused to go back to sleep, so I came out to the kitchen to get her started on breakfast. Lo and behold, on my way to the kitchen I stepped in a MONSTER pile of cat puke (thanks Zeus)! By the time I had stripped the sheets and cleaned up the cat mess, Kisa had just finished a nice mess of her own in her diaper. And thus, my day begins.
I had already pre-determined that today was going to be amazing, but I guess I need to communicate that plan to the rest of the world, because we don't seem to be on the same page.
In other- happy!- news, my friends and my dad are coming over tonight to help me do some baby proofing and pick up my house, and I am really grateful for their help. It will be a huge weight off my mind to know my bookcases aren't going to tip over on my child (sidenote: I am a highly imaginative, high-anxiety person, and as a parent this has been expressed by dreaming up ridiculous ways that my child might get severely maimed or killed. Terrible, I know, but a part of motherhood nonetheless. My nightmares for this week included choking on a chunk of hot dog at her birthday party, throwing herself out of her crib and sustaining a massive head injury, and falling off the zoo train. Keep in mind that it is only Tuesday morning. At least I can chuckle at my own insanity, right?). Also, I would be lying if I told you I have completed anything but the most basic housework in the last week. I scrubbed one tub and mopped our small kitchen floor. That's it. Other than that I have contented myself with the fact that there are usually not too many toys on the floor by the time everyone is in bed, and that, for the most part, we are all wearing clean(ish) clothes and our last shower or bath has taken place some time in the last 24-48 hours.
Anyway: I am off to tackle this glorious day. Probably starting with a cold shower since I used the hot water to wash our pee-sheets.
*Fine, I lied. It was Matt who wet the bed. I just didn't want to embarrass him.
3 comments:
FYI, Got up and I was having alot of troubble focusing, lovely side effect of my new medicine. Poop drops on the living room carpet and not normal if you get my drift. Walk into the sunroom huge piles everywhere. Trying to clean it up while I am dry heaving. 2 minutes out of bed. Are our lives at all similiar!!!! :) Vicki
Jon Marson commented the other day that "parenting is nine parts terror, and one part pure joy", the idea being you are always running to keep them from stairs, small objects, strangers, poisons, etc. (and later boyfriends!) and other "terrors". Not sure he got the ratio right, but the sentiment is right. Looking forward to tonight!
I would have to contest that formula. There has to be some portion of the equation (I'm gonna guess at least 4 parts) set aside for exasperation.
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