Age: 8 weeks, 3 days
i'm not sure if it was the 63rd consecutive night of interrupted/crappy sleep, combination of said exhaustion plus vivid creeptastic nightmarish dreams, the 80+ degrees, the stockholm syndromesque yet need to escape, anticipation/dreading of work approaching and my leave ending, or that it was just time. but today was the day. the day that i refused to let my half pint infant son continue to keep me hostage on the couch. today, the 'fine, fine, i'll get up' wake up call of cries at 8am (after at least 4-5 interruptions between 10pm), was the alarm i've needed. the iced coffee i poured myself wasn't any more magical than those i consume every other day, but for some reason, i quit lazying around. today, i decided to get shit done. despite my needy yet so adorable lil blob.
today i exceeded any expectations i could have possibly ever had.i somehow managed to care for my little one and not skip any feedings, diaper changes, with limited naps (he didn't go down for the first time until around 2 today! normally he snoozes most of the morning!). i figured, if stay at home moms can somehow keep house, run errands, and take care of not only their new infants but other children, i had to get off my ass. so i did. and i somehow miraculously managed to: scrub the inside of our refrigerator, dust/clean off the electrical appliances, straighten up all the random crap lying around the house (easier said than done - we had a lot of random crap about), organize my socks/underwear drawer (i.e throw out those maternity granny panties and one off mismatched socks), reorganize our huge bookshelf so it didn't look like a lazy librarian vomited all over it, do 25 crunches, make myself (and clean up after it!) a hot lunch (sure it was just a pack of liptons noodles, but it sure beats the usual cliff bar!), organize our living room closet and the super scary plastic bins inside it (something even my mom refused to help out with when she visited), hang up clothes that had been lying around far too long, reorganize the baby table (ie changing pad, diaper station, clothes, misc. baby gear, etc.), clean the bathroom, restock all the liquid soaps in the apartment, log an hour and a half of work/email catchup on my work laptop (while nursing - multitasking, yo), and my biggest accomplishment yet? DOING A LOAD OF LAUNDRY BY MYSELF!!! (well, not technically by myself, with holden, which made it even more tricky to maneuver). i busted that kiddo in his front baby carrier, macguyvered our dirty clothes into a garbage bag in a granny shopping cart, and hauled that shit down the back alley into our laundry room. had any hobos been drinking in their usual spot behind the neighbor's garage (for reals), they probably would have invited us to join their club we looked so nutty. but goddang it, i managed to sort, carry, wash, dry, fold and put away the laundry with a baby strapped to my chest.
this mama is proud.
sure, i didn't get my run in today. but i figured 15 miles the past 3 days, and the fact that my husband and i got h some fresh air in the stroller when vin got home to pick up dinner (taqueria el asedero, bitches), evens itself out. and here i am, 12+ hours without stopping and i haven't completely crashed yet. (oh, did i mention i managed to get the little guy bathed AND in bed by his usual bedtime, too??!)
and even with all that housework/running around and mommying, i still had a pretty quality hour+ flirting/fun session and major smiling competition with my little man smack in the middle of it all.
today i proved to myself that i can do it all. or at least, what i need to. here's to looking forward the remaining 3.5 weeks with my little man, NOT on couch arrest.
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