Some Days Just Don't Work For Me ...
This was my morning today:
8:30 - Wake up bleary-eyed after being up from 12-3 am last night, since I ended up going to bed at 8pm and then woke up and couldn't get back to sleep.
9:00 - Get baby up, change and dress (at least one of us is chipper in the morning!)
9:15 - Feed baby (delicious mix of cheerios, cereal and peach puree). Try to convince baby to accept food into mouth instead of a) grabbing spoon, and flinging food in the air, b) leaning over and trying to suck on high chair tray, c) trying to rip bib off, or d) blowing raspberries (the more food-filled, the better).
9:35 - Clean baby (while trying to avoid windmilling arms and knockout punches), using large amounts of soap, water and song-singing.
9:45 - While baby plays happily on the floor, cook delicious oatmeal breakfast.
9:55 - Sit down to delicious oatmeal breakfast. Turn on kettle for coffee and start to relax.
10:00 - Realize that baby music class starts in 1/2 hour and should be leaving now. Inhale oatmeal and mourn lack of time for coffee.
10:05 - Run frantically upstairs to dress in rare "clean" clothes, brush hair into some kind of order, wash face and apply makeup to impressive outbreak of acne. Can't hear baby while in bathroom so desperately call "What you doing?" repeatedly while imagining worst kinds of baby electrocution scenarios.
10:15 - Interrupt peaceful toy time and quickly dress now-screaming baby in the middle of the living room floor while baby tries repeatedly to roll towards laptop cord. Briefly consider giving laptop cord to baby, if only to keep her still long enough for snowsuit insertion. Stuff baby in stroller, grab bottle for diaper bag, and look for shoes, keys and coat.
10:22 - Locate shoes, keys and coat and make for the door (and then play bumper car with the stroller and the doorway for several minutes). Once free of door, dash out to street and encounter delightful ice-cold pouring rain.
10:30 - Winded and soaked, make it to music class on time (hoorah!). All makeup has been thoroughly washed off face by mixture of sweat and horizontal ice-rain. While undressing baby, smell trouble. Literally. Baby has apparently been busy on the walk over and it's stinky.
10:35 - Play along for first couple songs and then realize that baby must be changed before a) offensive smell reaches other moms and they think I never change my baby, and b) poop is squished out from repeated music-related bouncing.
10:40 - Realize I have left wipes at home. Borrow some from a friend. Quickly try to discreetly change baby on floor while rest of circle sings.
10:45 - While diaper is off, baby seizes opportunity to pee. Everywhere. Clothes are quickly soaked and gym floor covered in puddle of pee. Baby delights in repeatedly dipping socks in puddle and screaming in fury when prevented from rolling over. No spare socks or pants in diaper bag.
10:50 - Mess finally cleaned up, we rejoin the circle (ignoring baby's damp socks). Spend rest of the class in frazzled daze. Ignore other mother's cheerful chatting and concentrate on dreams of a) Starbucks coffee, and b) going back to bed.
As friend Lisa said afterwards, "Yeah, you just kind of sat there after that, didn't you?"
Some days just don't work for me.
8:30 - Wake up bleary-eyed after being up from 12-3 am last night, since I ended up going to bed at 8pm and then woke up and couldn't get back to sleep.
9:00 - Get baby up, change and dress (at least one of us is chipper in the morning!)
9:15 - Feed baby (delicious mix of cheerios, cereal and peach puree). Try to convince baby to accept food into mouth instead of a) grabbing spoon, and flinging food in the air, b) leaning over and trying to suck on high chair tray, c) trying to rip bib off, or d) blowing raspberries (the more food-filled, the better).
9:35 - Clean baby (while trying to avoid windmilling arms and knockout punches), using large amounts of soap, water and song-singing.
9:45 - While baby plays happily on the floor, cook delicious oatmeal breakfast.
9:55 - Sit down to delicious oatmeal breakfast. Turn on kettle for coffee and start to relax.
10:00 - Realize that baby music class starts in 1/2 hour and should be leaving now. Inhale oatmeal and mourn lack of time for coffee.
10:05 - Run frantically upstairs to dress in rare "clean" clothes, brush hair into some kind of order, wash face and apply makeup to impressive outbreak of acne. Can't hear baby while in bathroom so desperately call "What you doing?" repeatedly while imagining worst kinds of baby electrocution scenarios.
10:15 - Interrupt peaceful toy time and quickly dress now-screaming baby in the middle of the living room floor while baby tries repeatedly to roll towards laptop cord. Briefly consider giving laptop cord to baby, if only to keep her still long enough for snowsuit insertion. Stuff baby in stroller, grab bottle for diaper bag, and look for shoes, keys and coat.
10:22 - Locate shoes, keys and coat and make for the door (and then play bumper car with the stroller and the doorway for several minutes). Once free of door, dash out to street and encounter delightful ice-cold pouring rain.
10:30 - Winded and soaked, make it to music class on time (hoorah!). All makeup has been thoroughly washed off face by mixture of sweat and horizontal ice-rain. While undressing baby, smell trouble. Literally. Baby has apparently been busy on the walk over and it's stinky.
10:35 - Play along for first couple songs and then realize that baby must be changed before a) offensive smell reaches other moms and they think I never change my baby, and b) poop is squished out from repeated music-related bouncing.
10:40 - Realize I have left wipes at home. Borrow some from a friend. Quickly try to discreetly change baby on floor while rest of circle sings.
10:45 - While diaper is off, baby seizes opportunity to pee. Everywhere. Clothes are quickly soaked and gym floor covered in puddle of pee. Baby delights in repeatedly dipping socks in puddle and screaming in fury when prevented from rolling over. No spare socks or pants in diaper bag.
10:50 - Mess finally cleaned up, we rejoin the circle (ignoring baby's damp socks). Spend rest of the class in frazzled daze. Ignore other mother's cheerful chatting and concentrate on dreams of a) Starbucks coffee, and b) going back to bed.
As friend Lisa said afterwards, "Yeah, you just kind of sat there after that, didn't you?"
Some days just don't work for me.
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