So most of the time these days I’m posting about my little boy and how insanely in love with him I am. It’s true. I think I spent most of the morning just breathing in his baby breath (how does it smell so good?) as he tried to fall asleep and feeling his little arms wrapped around my neck. Last night he slept amazingly well. He actually did go to bed around 9:30, til about 2:30am. Then he went back to bed until 5:30am, then again until around 8ish. It’s was a good thing I got some sleep, too, because John certainly didn’t. He pulled an all nighter to finish up his last assignments, which I’m proud to report he DID finish. He is just about to go into his last class of the entire semester now, and when he gets home I fully expect him to crash. Hard. He needs to. But this is my public “I’m proud of you” for a husband who finished his last semester in college (almost!) with a newborn baby, emotional wife, and impending cross-country move. His degree has taken him across state lines and a few years before finishing…and we’re both crazy enough to go on for more. But this is an amazing first step.
So, back to my original point…so yes. I have been on almost sole baby duty for a little bit so John could tackle his scary workload. So I was happy le Camper slept so well last night and has been rather congenial for a couple of days, actually. But you know what I’m finding? And I’m going to get real with you here. This is HARD. He hasn’t taken a nap today, which means all the paperwork type stuff I’ve been needing to do isn’t getting done. I had a fight with the scanner trying to update my blogher info (gets to wait for another day, yet again) and still haven’t gotten out of the house to pick up groceries (much less made a grocery list) or send out our family Christmas presents that arrived yesterday or get my Camper weighed so I can figure out which size diaper to pick up at Costco pre-move. And then I think, “Don’t you just LOVE days when you don’t even get done the things you don’t want to do in the first place?” I’ve held my beautiful baby all morning, and I was just BORED of it. That’s horrible. I know. So I did some dishes to take a break (wo ho!), Camper playing happily in the background (he hasn’t had a screamy day, just an AWAKE one, it’s hard to entertain a 3 month old!) and had a frustrated cry. Then I realized I hadn’t eaten anything since I got up this morning. So I stopped my huge list of “to-do’s,” made myself some soup and a sandwich, and ate. Amazingly enough, the “trapped in my house with someone who can’t talk” feeling faded away.
Moral of the story. EAT SOMETHING. Sheez.
I apologized to Camper for my sour mood. He frowned at me. So I told him to just let me know when he forgave me. Then he smiled. And I finished my soup and we watched the end of some Cheetah Girls in Spain movie together.
And that, my friends, is real.
