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August 14th, 2007

MY LAST DAY AT WORK!!!

My husband made me write this post.

August 13th, 2007

Now that I’ll be an official sahm, my first order of business will be to move the baby’s bedtime back a couple of hours. Maddie’s current bedtime is 6:00pm. Now, before you get your undies in a bunch because that sounds REALLY EARLY and we must be THE WORST PARENTS EVER, let me tell you why she goes to bed at 6:00. We get up at 5:00AM on workdays. Therefore, Maddie must be in bed by 6:00 to be functioning and awake at five o’god o’clock in the morning.

Since she, nor I, will have to get up that early, there’s no need for her to go to bed that early. I’d like to move her bedtime back to 7:30pm. I’m thinking the best way to do this is to move it by 15 minute increments until we get to 7:30. However, my husband wanted me to post about it and ask if any of you have any advice on the matter.

Please leave said advice in the comments. Those of you who are still to uptight to leave a comment, may continue to email me directly…. ahem, Aunt P, this means you.

Thank you for your support.

AWOL

August 9th, 2007

I’m sorry I’ve been so quiet this week. I’d like to tell you that it’s because I’ve been really busy with some important tasks, but that’s just not the case.

Basically, I’ve been lazy. I’ve had a few books that I’ve really wanted to read, so posting wasn’t a high priority. Also? I didn’t have anything to say. I’m getting ready to wrap up things at the Workplace and make the transition to sahm. I feel really good about it and I’m looking forward to more time with the baby.

Speaking of babies growing up too damned fast, Maddie crawled today. And where was I? IN THE BATHROOM. Even more tragically, this is NOT THE FIRST TIME THIS HAS HAPPENED. This is the second major milestone that I missed because of PEE. I was prepared to miss some milestones because I was at work. I had mentally prepared myself for the fact that Maddie’s babysitter may be the first one to see her do some things, but I had never prepared myself for the fact that my husband would see things first because I have a bladder the size of a kiwi. Where are all the pregnancy books that tell you this is how it’s going to be? Huh? And what about all the other stuff they leave out? Like:

Your hair falling out in clumps when your baby is 3 months old.
Breastfeeding is so damned hard that you may feel like a total failure as a mother and as a woman.
You will never sleep through the night again, even when your baby does because every little sound wakes you. Is that the baby?
You will say and do things you never would have dreamed you’d ever do. You won’t even be drunk when you do them.
You will be VERY interested in another human being’s poop output.
Once your baby is born, you envision horrible, tragic things happening to them all the damned time. Swistle calls it “The Knife Thing.” As in, imaging the knife you’re putting into the dishwasher slips and stabs your baby, even though he or she is in another room. Dropping your baby is another common one. Mine is imagining forgetting her in the car in Texas in August.

We need to get together and write a book about what it’s really like. Although, I doubt many women will still want babies after reading it. It’s pretty scary stuff.

Drained

August 1st, 2007

Today wasn’t such a good day. Things at the Workplace are dire and draining. But you know what? When I get home, I instantly feel better. There is a chubby, bubbly little boo bear waiting for me. She squeals with delight as soon as she sees me and holds her little arms up for me. The stresses of the day are gone, just like that. Poof!

It really just confirms that we’ve made the right decision for our family. Home, with my girl, is where I belong.

Two weeks to go.

Not the best mom ever

July 30th, 2007

Lately, Maddie has been a little, shall we say, soul sucking in her desire for attention. She used to be fine playing in her saucer-ma-jig while I washed bottles or putzed around the house for a few minutes. Now, whenever she sees me and I’m not giving her my undivided attention, there is much whimpering and whining that escalates into nuclear meltdown mode. I’m not really sure how to handle it. On one hand, I understand that playing by yourself isn’t as cool as playing with mama. I was an only child, too, you know. I also know that interaction and playing are really good for her and teach her all kinds of valuable after-school-special lessons. On the other hand, can’t I get a drink of water without the tears and mewling? There seems to be a fine line between teaching her a little bit of independence and neglecting her. And she and I have very different views on where exactly that line falls.

There’s also the question of what to do with her all day. She’s content to hang out on my lap, pulling my hair and grabbing my face for hours on end. Me? Not so much. We play on the floor, or with her toys on the saucer-ma-jig, but I get bored with all that. I’d love to take her out walking, or to the park, or even playing in the backyard…. but there are the issues of extreme hotness and humidity which make being outside a misery. Also, there’s a lot of dog poop in the yard, and well, that’s just a disaster waiting to happen.

So, tell me, what do you do with your kids all day? I know most of them are older or younger than Maddie, but share with me anyway. Maybe I can steal a few ideas and modify them.


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