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Oh, poo already.

Posted Oct 02 2008 3:13pm

I spent Georgia's nap yesterday putting tape on the walls of Sir Baby's room so we can get the finishing paint up. It's not done and it's taking a lot longer than it probably would for someone with half a brain for measuring (it took me a long time to get good at measuring when I was a picture framer and I have apparently lost the skill to do it quickly). Our level technique didn't work and then I made the mistake of drawing out a whole pencil line (which will have to get erased later) rather than making marks on the first few stripes, and while I have a good system and not much more to go I don't want to tell you HOW long those first three or four tape lines took me! Not to mention that each line takes a trip from sitting down on the floor trim level to climbing up the ladder no less than two times (once (or as is the case with the first few lines, several) to measure and once to put the tape up) and today, pathetically, my legs hurt from all the climbing and balancing. I cannot WAIT to have my body back to myself. I have a lot of work to do to get back in the bounding up and down ladders mode, but it will be a pleasure to at least TRY.

This morning, probably partly due to the cool gray weather and partly due to my aching muscles, I can't get any pep in my step. Georgia slept late too, though woke in enough time to get the wipes and pull them out of their container and throw them all over her crib yet again! (Note to Alex: do NOT leave the wipes on the shelf next to the crib anymore!)

I went to bed with bags under my eyes and  apparently the sleep didn't help alleviate them because I look like I have been hit by a bus. I had to claw my way mentally through Georgia's therapy session this morning. Georgia wasn't into it either and I think there ought to be a way where we can all just say "Who are we kidding? This is a waste of time today." I think her teacher was feeling it too. Georgia was playing coy and turning away and hiding her face in the carpet and clearly just NOT engaged.

At one point the teacher was a calling a cow a sheep and going Baa Baa Baa. I couldn't bring myself to figure out a way to say, "Uh. That's a cow. You know, Moo Moo Moo," without feeling like a jerk and since Georgia was barely paying attention I just let it go. She must have figured it out half way through though because she started saying Moo.

It's just one of those days. It's a movie-watching day, although really I wish I could just cuddle up in bed and read my book. I don't think Georgia would be down with that. Although she seems relatively content to do her own thing.

We have so many things in our calendar, so many things on our to-do list. I turn 32 on Saturday and all I want to do is sleep. I didn't think that come 32 I would be about ready to pack it in and call it a day. Sometimes when you're pregnant (I remember this from last time too) you can sort of forget that this is not the way it's always going to be. That you'll get your body back and your brain (at least sort of). I'm happy to let this little bugger borrow my womb for a while, but sheesh...I'll be ready when he decides to move out on his own and take up space in the bassinet rather than in my belly.

Oh geez. Yet again. A complainy post. Sorry, folks.

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