Manic monday
Monday Tuesday/Wednesday
Wednesday 20:00 – I finally had a happy sleeping baby.
Wednesday 19:30 – Chris resorted to taking Kai into the bathroom to listen to the fan while he ‘concentrated’.
Wednesday 17:00 – The screaming fest began moments after I hopped out of the shower.
Wednesday 15:30 – Kai and I completed what may be our last run with the jogging stroller for a while.
Wednesday 15:20 – I ran through the tunnel on the bike path with a giant carabiner clutched in my fist, ready to defend myself with my makeshift meathook from the could-be attacker in the tunnel. Wished that I had brought my bear mace, or better yet my cell phone so that I could call for a ride back to my car.
Wednesday 15:15 – I promise to myself that I will never take Kai out running by ourselves ever again.
Wednesday 15:10 – I feel horrible and irresponsible as I make a beeline out of the tunnel on the bike path. There was one creepy-a** dude in there squatting on the ground fidgeting with something.
Wednesday 15:00 – So excited for the opportunity to run outside in shorts and short sleeves in January!
Wednesday 14:35 – Admit that I do not actually need 485 baby pictures.
Wednesday 14:30 – Realize how many baby pictures are on my phone; actually cry about the phone.
Wednesday 14:20 – Decide to pack my phone in silica gel and move on with my day.
Wednesday 14:15 – Retrieve my iPhone from a (cleaned 10 minutes ago at least) toilet; briefly consider crying about it.
Wednesday 12:30 – Pick up ‘refurbished’ ski jacket from the furrier. I had the ruined faux fur Eskimo trim around the hood replaced with Indigo Fox. It looks amazing and for the same expense as buying a new jacket would have been.
Wednesday 10:00 – Discover that I weigh much more than I ever have before in spite of looking better than I have in a few years. Try to convince myself that it is because I was weighed in jeans, cowboy boots, and a sweater. Try to convice myself that I shouldn’t be upset since I was quite happy with how I looked before I had a number to attach to it.
Wednesday 8:30 – Somehow make it out the door in time for my 9:00 post partum doctor visit.
Wednesday 5:15 – Wake up to baby screaming over baby monitor. Just in time for Chris to leave for work.
Wednesday 4:30 – Finally get Kai to sleep and crawl back into bed.
Wednesday 2:00 – Wake up to baby screaming over baby monitor. Feed and change…several times over the next few hours.
Wednesday 0:30 – Crawl back into bed. Can’t sleep. Convinced that CPS will come after me.
Tuesday 23:45 – Kai is sound asleep. Stain treat nearly every cloth surface in the crib. Start laundry.
Tuesday 23:20 – Give up on single handedly cleaning and bandaging cut baby toe. Enlist Chris for help.
Tuesday 23:16 – Feel like the ultimate jerk. How did I let this happen? I knew her nails needed trimming and filing.
Tuesday 23:15 – Return to unswaddled screaming baby to find blood everywhere. Discover that the toenail on her pinkie toe is to blame. It looks like a sharp edge of it caught on something and ripped too short while she was kicking herself unswaddled.
Tuesday 23:10 – Place screaming baby in crib. I need a break. I need to use the bathroom. I want to put on a sweatshirt. I want to eat something.
Tuesday 22:00 – Conference call ends. Begin a more serious baby soothing routine.
Tuesday 21:00 – Dial into conference call, screaming baby in lap. Pray hat she will have brief quiet moments when I need to talk.
Tuesday 20:50 – Change clothes. Clean carpet in nursery. Big areas of carpet. Like two areas the size of hand towels. Start laundry. Take back angry baby.
Tuesday 20:46 – Just steps from the crib, Kai makes a chirping noise. Watch as what appears to be a gallon of spit up completely coats the front and back of my shirt. See two more waves of spit up fly through the air and land on the carpet. [This could not have happened on the wood or tile floors we just passed over?] Yell for Chris and pass now screaming baby off.
Tuesday 20:45 – Thank God for sleeping baby, just in time for my conference call. Carefully make my way to the nursery with Kai to place her in her crib.
Tuesday 19:00 – Start bedtime routine well in advance of my 9pm conference call. Does not go as smoothly as I hoped.
Wow, look what I have to look forward to. hehe. You’ve had a rough couple of days.
You are going to have an angel of a baby who sleeps through the night right away without even needing to be swaddled. I’m sure of it.
Well, one thing is for sure — never a dull moment! Hope things calm down a tad. I’m certain little Kai’s toe will be a-okay. The phone? Well, I dropped my iPhone in a bucket of milk once. I uncased it and set it in a bowl of warm (but uncooked & dry) rice to let dry out. And I’m still happily using the same phone a year later. Good Luck!
About the creepy dude. I honestly would not let one weirdo scare you from ever going out with the stroller. Be safe, go during daylight, take a phone (and maybe mace if it’s legal) but don’t be held captive by fear. I’m sure this is easy for me to say without kids, but I really hope you can find a safe & happy solution.
I’m going to try running on a different part of the bike path later today. We have nearly 30 miles of it in my town, so I will try a stretch that is in a housing development instead of the one on the outskirts of town that I ran on yesterday.
Get back on the horse.
Good for you!!
What a gorgeous baby. So hard to balance life with kids…looks like your doing it!!!
oh my…that was a harsh couple of days.
I found that trimming nails on babies is much easier when they’re asleep – I actually still cut K’s nails/toenails when he’s napping. Hope the rest of your week gets better (and you get more sleep!)
I trimmed her finger nails a few days ago while she was sleeping, but I felt like it was pressing my luck a bit to attempt the toes during the same nap.
Fortunately last night I got significantly more sleep than I did on Tuesday night. It is amazing how dramatically different things can be from night to night!
Hold on baby! This too shall pass!!! Your doing good!! The fun is just around the corner. Hopefully when I am babysitting in Tahoe, haha.
You (seem to) have a good sense of humor, at least! Sounds like a rough couple of days!
It was just one of those days. Sometimes you just have to roll with it and hope that the next one works out better. Today >> yesterday
Hang in there Mama, we’ve all had days like that. As terrible as they are, things always seem to get a little better.