While we try to teach our children all about life, Our children teach us what life is all about. ~Angela Schwindt
Thursday, January 16, 2014
I wish the day had 30 hours….
...I'm serious about that too. Though I wouldn't be surprised if the day did have 30 hours, that I would come to regret it and actually wish the day only had 24 hours LOL. Oh the irony in that…but honestly I have so much I could do these days and I either don't get to it in time or I'm simply too exhausted. Everyone is busy, it's not just me. Life is busy. Damn technology. I swear I blame everything, or so much of it on technology. Sometimes I wish we didn't even have cell phones. Brad and I were just saying the other day that we have to make more of an effort to not be on our phones so much in front of Maia. It's so hard not too though because we carry our phones around everywhere we go. Text messages, emails, phone calls…it's insanity and you don't, or at least I didn't realize how dependent we are on our cell phones until I had a child. Anyways, I lots to do and of course I am reading a fantastic book right now that is making me read all the time. I even brought my book into the kitchen with me and was reading while I was cooking waiting for the butter to melt or something like that. Last night I read until 11:30pm, way too late of course and then I didn't even sleep well. No wonder, I woke up with a bitch face this morning. Just when I thought the day was getting better, I go to the garage to grab my fresh washed white towels and as they sit in the basket, the plumber (who is at our house fixing the recirculating pump because our not so genius contractor installed it wrong..not to mention I was out of water for 1.5 hours exactly during Maia's lunch time and the cleaning lady being here…why is timing always an issue) As I am about to head inside, the plumber turns the water back on, and one of the pipes bursts open and dirty brown water starts flushing out everywhere…on our suitcases, our rug in the garage, my freshly washed white towels, my socks, etc. I just stood I couldn't even say anything. Turns out, our plumber who is actually very competent forgot to glue one area of the pipe and it naturally snapped. So, just as I thought my day was getting better that shit happened, and I simply walked into the kitchen, told my nanny that the water will be off for a little bit longer (clearly delaying her schedule of cleaning) and went back to my book. I couldn't deal with the cleanup, I left that to the plumber. Sometimes it's just best to walk away and think, OK there is nothing I can do, even though this sooooo sucks and I could literally cry, but I won't. Ok, I feel better now just writing this and getting it out. Who knew my blog would be my lunch time therapy session. I am dying to take a shower, another thing I didn't get to today. How could I…by the time I got out the door to talk lucky and Maia, it was already almost 9am and when we got back the nanny was already cleaning. Not to mention, taking a shower by myself with Maia is challenging to some degree. Washing my hair, which I need to do today, is better when either Brad is watching Maia or when she's not around at all. A quick shower is possible but it's never without talking to her, or somehow trying to entertain her, unless she's watching something entertaining on the tv or eating cookies haha. The other day, she happened to open the glass shower door, and then had her fingers jammed when she closed it. Ugh, my heart melted because I saw the whole thing happening and of course it went so fast I couldn't even stop it. It freaked me out because her fingers were red and I even for a quick second wondered if she broke her fingers. But she was such a trooper, the girl amazes me all the time. No matter how hard she falls (last week she walked into a post head on, and then just continued as if nothing happened) she cries for a few seconds and then she's back to normal. She is one tough nugget that little girl. So, I knew that when she stopped crying soon after, that her fingers were OK. We watched it for the rest of the day but she was totally fine. The worrying we do as parents, it's insane…I must have gained lots of gray hairs since I had Maia haha. She's such an amazing girl and we are so crazy about her it's not even funny. She's so much fun and does the funniest things, it's hard not to laugh your but off every day. It's crazy to think that I only have a few more weeks left until Maia won't be an only child anymore. I wonder how she will react, and of course how I will juggle two babies. I'm already thinking about how I will manage to walk lucky and two babies through the park. Maia will of course want to be carried as much as she does now, or even more when she sees I'm carrying another baby. Will I use the baby halter a lot? That means I won't be able to carry Maia so easily, or will the baby be fine in the car seat attached to the stroller? I remember in the beginning Maia hated it when I tried to take her to the park, and often we would get down the street, and have to turn around as she was crying so hard and neighbors were watching wondering if she was OK. Oh the joys of a newborn. I'm also so curious to know how Maia and the little guy will be different from each other and of course what similarities they have. It's always so exciting and fun to see that stuff unfold. I can't wait. I am so ready for the craziness to begin! I'm also uber ready to not be pregnant anymore, get back to my normal weight, workout etc. At the same time I tell myself to enjoy the pregnancy till the end, meaning these last few weeks even if I feel like a big fat whale, just because it may be the last time I will be pregnant. We are for sure taking a break with having more children, so it's pretty much up in the air if we will be adding a 3rd child to our growing family in let's say 3-4 years. I think it really depends on how we are doing financially, and if we even wish to have more children. The good thing is that we have a boy and a girl so it wouldn't be to try for the gender we don't have, it would only be if we really, really wanted another child. OK, I gotta run and write the plumber a big fat check now (sigh) sorry for all the typos, I had to write this really fast and without proofreading it!
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