Yesterday was a long day. Today is more of the same.
My friend A had a minor medical emergency yesterday morning, so I spent the better part of the day at her house keeping her adorable two-year-old daughter. I'll admit that it was completely exhausting, and I have a newfound respect for mothers who have their children close together. For me, it reminds me that I don't want to add to the brood for at least three years. Both of the girls were great, it was just a lot considering my bowling ball of a daughter was strapped to my chest the entire time.
Today we've been at home, but baby girl has been really uncooperative when it comes to naps. She tricked me this morning by being completely awesome and happy. She woke up about 45 minutes earlier than usual, but I didn't really care. It just delayed my shower. She actually let me put her in her swing while I ate my Cheerios, and I was able to work on the birth announcements and make a few cards because she remained content. She got fussy at the normal "FEED ME" interval, so I fed her and she dozed off. Perfect. I took a shower- a good one with leg shaving and everything. When I got out of the shower, she was wide awake and perfectly content staring at the windows and the ceiling. What a great baby. She let me dry my hair. We played and sang some songs. Then the fussing commenced. It's been going on ever since. The only thing that has made her happy has been bouncing in the BabyBjorn on the pilates ball with a Sting CD blaring. She finally went to sleep about ten minutes ago, but she remains attached to me as all of my attempts to put her down have met with ear-piercing squeals. Like I said, it's been a long day. Luckily, my six week check up is tomorrow, so I should be cleared for working out, which will get me out of the house and provide an hour or so of childcare a day. Sweet sanity.
How do people with multiple small children survive? I don't think I could handle it.