Age: 8 weeks, 2 days
today was a day almost like any other day. i spose they're all a little different, but the fact that mom didn't get a chance to get outta her milk soaked pajama top and shorts or put on deodorant until her daily afternoon run at 5pm was similar to the past few days. got another 5 miler in tonite - that's 15 in the last 3 days. don't anticipate i'll be able to keep this up for long - actual plans are in the works later this week, but for now i'm just enjoying it without any set expectations. and i'm feeling great afterwards, if you can disregard the sweaty mess i evolve into for the following 90 minutes.
holds and i had a pretty chill day, he had his usual melt downs, i combated them with iced coffee and a cliff bar for lunch. last week vin and i indulged our tech wishlist and splurged on iphones. did we absolutely need new phones? no. we never talk on them and our past devices were plenty sufficient for texting, which was their number one purpose. but the internet was 'slow'. and we were eligible for an upgrade. the real reason i permitted the expense? SHEER BOREDOM. because tending to a wailing infant or sitting around while he snoozes every other hour is only so entertaining. it's not like i can get dolled up and ready for a social engagement while he snoozes because as soon as he wakes up - back to couch arrest. so yeah, i bought us iphones so i could take better pictures of my baby boy and play stupid, brainless games. right now i'm embarassed to admit i've been nearly addicted to a combination of angry birds and that ridiculous kim kardashian game. I KNOW HOW SAD THIS SOUNDS. what's even more sad? this stupid kim k game, you like, earn points doing different superficial tasks to become a superficial superstar. instead of scoring 'vanity' points, or 'romance,' though, i kept sending my avatar to work a dayjob. to make money. kind of the opposite of the point of the game. i think it was around hour 2 of playing this ridiculously addicting game this afternoon and making my avatar go fold clothes at her 2nd retail job that i realized - wait. i cleared with my doctor and HR department to like, actually work, at my job, this week if i so chose. not really wanting to work and dreading turning on my machine, i realized however that my time would be better spent getting caught up to speed remotely at my REAL job instead of some ridiculous kardashidan fake job, earning REAL money instead of fake virtual money that would just buy my fake character a fake condo. because, you know, my son needs REAL health insurance, and whatever time i can put in, albeit brief, will go towards his premium bill. five hundro bucks for his premium in july. so i figure, yeah, maybe it IS worthwhile to turn on that dusty dell. so i did. and i called my boss. spent maybe a total of 2 hours on/off throughout the afternoon while H snoozed working with IT to get access to my accounts which had expired the past two months, checked some emails, and got an idea of what i could work on in the next month, as i pleased.
i will admit, it wasn't as fun as folding clothes at my avatar's fake retail shop, but i did feel much better about myself. it's a tiny bit stressful knowing my boss now may have expectations from me on my leave and that i feel jipped out of my leave, knowing there's potential responsibilities waiting for me - but i made it clear that i cannot commit to any time sensitive tasks, and that holdie is my number one priority. plus, i can always bill work for checking emails/making calls that i'd probably have done anyway. so i can probs put in enough time to at least cover the health insurance and not have to tap into my savings account.
so that happened, today. just hope i didn't open pandora's box. while i kind of like being a smelly, disheveled couch potato with my babe, i'll admit the idea of work both stresses me out, but also made me feel good about myself (just a tiny bit), when i felt the gears in my brain start turning again. like, oh wait, i do have a brain. i can follow this concept, and for a tiny bit second, i even got upset when i noticed something fell through the cracks after my departure that others didn't save/pick up on. proved to me i do have a place on the team and am a valuable asset. and more importantly, that i'm more than a pair of boobs.
back in mommy world, though, today was holdie's 'on' day for pooping. but he wasn't pooping. so i had to dose him with another smack of his juggalo juice (colic calm), and we finally got the big finale we were waiting for. but he wasn't happy about it this time. he got sent to bed early, and (for now) seems to be dozing quietly. i'll give him another 40 minutes, tops, until we start hearing desperate fake crying, realizing he was jipped out of his seconds of titjuice. the piglet. the sounds he was making this morning for his 5am feeding were so grotesque and animalistic, i wanted to toss the piglet back in bed. i felt embarassed and bad that we were waking up his dad, since we typically take fieldtrips to the couch for feedings, but figured H would be sleepy enough to let us stay in bed for the last feeding since his dad had to roll out of bed in 15 minutes anyway. instead, he took it as an invitation to grunt, squeal, slurp, cough and god knows what else as he continuously punched my boob, wild eyed. that's my boy, though.
he's got his 2 month check up on friday. while he passed the 8 week mark on sunday, his official 2 month mark is friday, and i'm a bit nervous to take him to the pediatrician for all his shots. i know he'll be in a bit of discomfort and will shriek his little head off. i only hope i'll be able to comfort him the way a mommy can.
maybe a bath will help him afterwards. my little man sure loves his bathtime. in fact, that was the only cure to get him to stop shrieking from 4pm onwards until bedtime. homeboy loves getting submerged in his sinktub. can't say i blame him, a nice warm bath always calms down his mama, too.
that's it for now. i'd like to say i'm going to go off and do something productive, but knowing me, i'll prob just start playing superficial games on my iphone. 3.5 more weeks, gotta live it up somehow. at least i'm honest with myself, right??
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