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I need Mary Poppins
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hopemcg and meglett and Quinn are coming to stay with us on Friday. OMGSQUEEEE, I am so excited I could pee my pants. Yay!But there's nothing like impending houseguests to really point out how dirty your house is, you know? Oh, I don't mean we live in filth or that our floor is lined with dirty dishes or anything gross like that, but certain things tend to get left out because they're tough to do with a baby. Things like vacuuming.
Today I put the Punk in the Moby and proceeded to vacuum the entire house. And I do mean the entire house. And oh my god it needed it. But trying to vacuum a whole house with an 18lb kid attached to you, trying to get away? Hard. Much harder than it was when she was about 1 month old, which I think was the last time I did it. But yay, done.
I also finally pulled the couch cover off so it could be washed. It was lovingly stained with months of spit up. Now that she doesn't spit up so much, it's time.
That might not seem like a lot of work but you don't really understand what a day with Punk looks like. Unless she is asleep, I cannot be doing anything else but interacting with her and holding her and touching her and going from activity to activity so she does not yell and cry. If I want to eat, she needs to sit on my lap. If I have to go to the bathroom, I take the Bumbo seat with me. If I need to do something where I can't carry her (like put laundry away) I can put her in the exersaucer IF I can get it done in 6 minutes, which is her limit. And I can hardly vacuum while she is sleeping.
Speaking of sleeping, I tried to get her to nap without the swaddle again today. After an hour, and her becoming totally hysterical, I broke out the swaddle. She is still sleeping. But I may never recover. I don't even know what to do anymore.
But when you DO manage to vacuum with an 18 lb kid on you, AND you get the couch covers washed and dried, AND you managed to entertain a baby all day, AND you spend an hour making a baby hysterical because she just can not sleep unless she is totally immobilized (no matter how much she hates it), the last thing you want to hear from your wife is, "So did you get anything else done?"
Yeah. I got to eat lunch. At 2pm. And I e-mailed the information to the accountant. And got the mail. But I still haven't had a drink today. Aah well - it cuts down on the bathroom trips for sure.
I have fantasies sometimes of having that baby you can put down on the floor for a few minutes while you eat or check e-mail. Like real fantasies. I also have nightmares of what will happen when my child, who needs constant one-on-one attention and copious amounts of parenting to sleep, needs to go to child care. Sometimes I don't know how much longer I can do this... or if maybe she whines and cries so much because someone else would be a lot better at taking care of her. Heaven knows I'm not able to take care of the house at all, and maybe a better mama would be able to keep my kid from crying all day.
I need Mary Poppins.
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So I am putting her to bed and decide to try this "go to sleep" CD that someone gave us for our baby shower. And of course she is not going to bed because there is music on, she must listen to it. (She is obviously my baby, I am exactly the same way.) So I wait the 50 minutes for the CD to end and then she starts to fall asleep. And I put her in the crib and she wakes up, so I pick her up to take her back to the rocker and, wait for it, she starts profusely vomiting. She is a spitter but this was not spit-up. She emptied her stomach. I guess she ate too much?
Anyway, so she pukes everywhere and we have to turn the lights on and change her and clean the floor and by then the lights are on and she is awake and laughing and it's Party Time. And I put her back to bed and get out of her room at 8:45 instead of 7:30. And it's 9:30 and I haven't eaten dinner and I'm going to have to get into bed with her in about 30 minutes... which means I have basically spent every second except an hour 15 with this kid today.
*dies*
Vacuuming is usually a weekend thing (we vacuum out the wood stove) but the guests are coming Friday morning, so it needed to get done. :)
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I am never having kids again. 3 is enough. No matter how bad I want another tiny baby, no effing way.
Mark worked late tonight. For the third night in a row. I'm in a mood.
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And this comes after my 2 weeks of being bedbound, with Mark doing everything and him hysterically sobbing to me on Day 5 about how shitty he felt that he took everything I did for granted.
I just need a break. Not one with stitches and painpills and being trapped in bed, but somewhere where it's quiet and there are adult people and I can drink wine or something.
Wee
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Just say when.
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whenwhenwhenwhenwhenwhenwhenwhen.
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someone is always sick, or has a birthday party, or has girl scouts, or has a dr. appt and since I woke up in pain again this morning on top of getting my period, I'm never going to be able to leave the house.
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We'll leave all the kids with Jen and Mark and send them postcards and seashells.
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and this is why I love you.
That's an awesome mental image.
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