I’m beginning to think Elsha’s right. I may in fact be an extrovert. I’ve been going through major people withdrawal this week. Between preparing for the trip and visiting about 500 family members, the last couple weeks have been go go go.
Then along came this week of nothing exciting, at home all day alone with the baby. Because I pride myself in being honest I’m just going to say it. She’s been driving me crazy.
To begin with, travelling screwed up her sleep schedule. It used to take 2-3 tries to get her down, and then she would wake 3 times within 12 hours. Now it’s taking 3-5 tries to get her down and she’s waking 4 times in 10 hours. So I’m tired.
During the day she won’t tolerate more than about 30 seconds of independence. She wants me more than in the room and more than explaining how I’m pouring myself a bowl of cereal. She wants to be entertained! ALL. THE. TIME. Or it’s fuss, fuss, fuss. Whine, whine, whine. This is nothing new. I just very quickly adjusted to having at least 3 other eager baby entertainers around.
I’m also getting sick of holding her up in a standing position. I try laying her on her back, but she doesn’t like that. I flip her over on her stomach and she cries. I try to sit her down and she dances backwards to stay up on her feet.
And she keeps pooping! I know what you’re thinking – the nerve of that baby. But I actually don’t mind a poopy diaper. Unfortunately we’re back to some amount of poop breaching the diaper wall nearly every time she takes a dump. I’m bound to end up with cancer after my chronic stain remover exposure.
The good news is I had a fabulous run last night. The last mile covers a beast of a hill. I typically walk at least half of it, and I was fully planning on sticking with the tried and true.
But just as I started the climb I noticed a slightly overweight teen-aged girl up ahead, wearing sweatpants and a pink backpack. Not a hydration pack. A backpack. The kind you take to school. And she was running.
I told myself I would walk when she walked. Because there was no way she could run up that entire hill in sweatpants and a backpack. When it became apparent that that was exactly what she was going to do, I reminded myself that I didn’t have to run up the whole thing. And then I told myself, “Yeah, but I’m going to.”
I finished the run feeling like I had accomplished something. The cherry on top of all that was arriving home to find that Jason had somehow managed to get the baby to bed without a lactating breast.