Tuesday's part two. Slightly less exhausted than part one.
1:31pm: Finally getting to eat my breakfast. Or I was. Until a baby fell asleep on me- now I'm typing with one hand. And watching old episodes of A Different World- because activities become slightly
limited in this situation. However, by now Lily, Noah, and I have all eaten at least one meal and have gotten dressed for the day. I have also gone to the bathroom (by myself!), made the bed, and determined I don't need to do laundry today. So.. way to go mommy!
2:32pm: I was finally able to get up, sort of, and decided to take the opportunity to wash dishes and baby bottles. I got to about three bottles and a handful of silverware, then my brother-in-law got in the
shower. So that was the end of that. I love that he lives here, Oh wait.. no, no I don't.
I made Lily her lunch. Noah started crying. I made his bottle and sat down to feed him too. I guess my lunch can wait- I didn't get to have breakfast til after 1:30 anyway. And both kids ARE actually eating.. so that's a plus.
5:00pm: How is it 5pm? Noah is eating again. Lily is watching Max & Ruby. We never made it outside today. I haven't brushed my hair. I can't remember if I brushed my teeth or not. I didn't make it back to
the dishes yet. I am thinking about drinking more coffee, but I probably shouldn't. I wanted (well, "want" isn't really the best choice to describe how I feel about it) to go out to do errands when Jason gets home.. but maybe I won't. There's too much to do here.
I wanted to take down the baby gate for the kitchen since it's been broken for several months now, but that didn't happen. I thought I could vacuum the living room, but that didn't happen. I thought about all sorts of things that didn't happen today.
6:54pm: My hair is now brushed. So are my teeth. And all the bottles are washed. Which just leaves the dishes. Awesome. Noah is sleeping. Lily is eating pizza (and ketchup. seriously.) for the second time today. And watching YouTube. Correction- Noah WAS sleeping. Now he's fussing- for a bottle presumably. Jason just got home, but I don't feel like going out to do errands- so I guess I won't. I'm tired. Maybe tomorrow. Because I'm sure I won't be tired tomorrow. Funny.
Jason is making macaroni and cheese and offered me some too. That will be my dinner. For now.
7:09pm: I went into the kitchen to make Noah a bottle. Jason asked if I had gotten a chance to buy pasta sauce. No. I suggested he try tomato paste instead, because for some reason we have that in our house. Or ketchup. He made a face at me. And told me he was making me something to eat. Oh, that's nice. I hate cooking. I avoid it. He hates that.
8:34pm: Noah is sleeping on my lap. Lily is playing in her room. Jason is taking a shower. I remember when I could just get up and take a shower. Sort of. I sort of remember that. I am thinking about the
dishes I still need to wash. But I'm afraid if I move Noah, he'll wake up, and not want to go back to sleep. At least until I try to feed him again. In like half an hour probably. I'm so tired.
9:01pm: I got a chance to wash some dishes. Some dishes. But then Noah wanted to eat again. (Where does he put all this food?) So that's what I'm doing now- and typing with one hand.
I don't know what happened to the rest of the day- I got too overwhelmed to keep track I guess. The next day was more productive for some reason though. More dishes got done. And laundry. AND I finally took down that broken baby gate. I also finally got out to the grocery store. Where I dealt with obnoxious teenage boys and a deathly ill cashier (super awesome- not like I've got a newborn with a brand new immune system at home or anything). Made me want to never leave the house again, which is just as well, because I rarely do anymore.
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