Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
Buttoned and zipped a pair of non maternity pants (no comment on the skin folding over)
Choked out the words (sitcom style, you know, like when the character can't bring himself to say a certain and so he stutters every time he tries to get it out?): "Ryan, this year, I just cannot fit in the neighbor-gift-baking-plate day. It's just going to have to go." He almost died of joy. Sorry neighbors and friends. It's you or me.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
I'm totally drowning.
As I told Ryan last week (during the 27 tearful times I called him, gasping for air): I cannot do my life, a newborn AND Christmas. It's humanly impossible.
If I'd written this on Saturday (I should have, I'm always a little more amusing when I'm drowning in depression hormones--all extremes and superlatives), I would have told you how I
- had LOST it with Jane the night before,
- have lost 0 pounds in the last 4 weeks
- cannot deal with the discomfort of the girdle I bought to hold in my post-fifth-baby stomach "just for a few weeks until I can fit into my normal jeans without severe muffin top"
- am feeling more like a failure as a parent due to previously mentioned parenting classes and all the ways it shows me I suck. (Drill Sergeant, much?)
- have a husband whose perfection benefits yet totally EXHAUSTS me (especially in comparison to my less-than-perfect self)
- am feeling slightly suffocated by being the only feeder, the only person "who knows where the baby is in her schedule", the only person who can properly turn the blanket into a papoose.
- never want to attend a ward Christmas party again, as I spent the whole time on my feet (Ryan was the emcee) getting my kids food, rocking Faith and dragging Seth home to change after his "accident"
But it's Wednesday (and I am late for Cub Scouts as I finish this up) and I'm no longer swathed in despair.
I still didn't eat breakfast until 11:30 am today and I still have "do silhouettes" at the top of my to do list for the 6th day in a row (address/sign/fold Christmas letter are #2,3,4) and I still have the muffin top (ditched the girdle in favor of maternity pants) and I still marvel at how long it takes to simply sustain (feed, clothe, clean up after) my children.
But for today, I'll keep doing it...it's just not very easy.
And that's all I have to say.
Why I do what I do
...and I know the picture's too small.
I'm not waiting for Blogger to upload it again!
Friday, December 5, 2008
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
(The culprit, refusing to pose in a hilarious What Me? pose for this post. What a baby.)
I'm imagining puddles of spit in various stages of drying all over the house (Ryan mentioned to me later that he thought he saw him do it earlier that morning, but didn't think it could possibly be true, until he heard/saw it again). I'm planning on never going barefoot again. And Faith will certainly never touch her pristine little tummy to Gabe's "augmented" carpet again.
Okay, but this is the thing:
HE DID IT RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIS DAD. His really neat, overly-concerned-with-taking-good-care-of-our-things dad. He was, literally, 3 feet away from him, in the same room. Which leads me to believe
HE DIDN'T THINK IT WAS WRONG!
Guess what? This falls into the category of Stuff I Didn't Think I Needed To Explain To My Children Because It's That Obvious. We've never had a FHE on Not Leaving Your Saliva Around Our House. We've never felt it was necessary to remind our progeny, "Hey. In case you were thinking of copiously drooling into the rug, don't." Have you?
Sadly, this category (Stuff I Didn't Think I Needed To Explain To My Children Because It's That Obvious) is shrinking for me. As I have more children and more years with them, I realize there is apparently very little that actually falls into that category.
Don't cut your own clothes with scissors while they are on your body? Not in that Category.
Don't put pennies into the car CD player? Not in that Category.
Don't put hot glue on your finger? Not in that Category.
So, Readers, if I'm more absent than normal from my blog...it's because I'm doing lots and lots of explaining. It appears we haven't been doing enough of that lately. I'd appreciate any ideas of things I should make sure that I explain. I wouldn't want to forget one.