Yes, it's true. I've been at home for 5 weeks now and have only posted...once? twice? It's not that I don't have time. I'm home all day - I can't play that card. It's that nothing zaps your creativity like a newborn. A few times I've thought: "THIS would make a funny blog post." but to actually spend the energy to compose it didn't seem worth the time and effort.
Mycah has been a great baby - I've been able to get so much done during this time. The basement and garage are on their way to being organized. I still can't get the cars in the garage but we can walk through it without danger of losing an appendage or a child. It's progress.
I've kept the house clean and laundry done - a feat for which I feel a huge sense of accomplishment. Do you have any idea how much laundry 5 people accumulate?! I'm realizing that we have way too many clothes. I shouldn't be folding six large loads of laundry and still see overflowing hampers in all the bedrooms. At any given time, the washer or dryer (or both) is running, and there are multiple full baskets dotting my bedroom. Not the decor I had in mind for the room that is meant to be a haven to rest my weary head. Staring at endless piles of clothes is so not restful.
I haven't done so well on meal preparation. When the frozen casseroles and meals-for-moms ran out around week 3, I wanted to cry (I think maybe I did). I hate cooking, and I hate it even more when I'm tired. The problem is, I have chosen a dietarily high-maintenance man, who likes (and needs) his healthy, well-balanced food. Thankfully, he is quite capable in the kitchen but I'm not gonna lie: I haven't cooked one single time since he's been in China (for the past week), and it's been wonderful. Frozen and boxed meals are my friends.
I've become a scrapbooker. I couldn't find a baby book that I liked, so I decided to make my own. As luck would have it, scrapbooking paraphenalia was 60% off at JoAnn's recently, and I stocked up. I haven't scrapbooked since Tanner was a baby, and it's kinda fun. But it also takes me FOREVER, so I don't see this as a lasting hobby. But for now, it's something to do in between loads of laundry and feedings, and while watching crappy daytime TV.
One thing I haven't done is nap. Whoever said "sleep while the baby's sleeping" obviously didn't have a family or a home. If I slept when the baby was sleeping, we'd be living in squalor and going naked and hungry. It's just not gonna happen. The few times I've laid down for a nap, I've eventually given up with a sigh of resignation, and headed to the coffeepot. I also can't seem to get to bed early. I'd like to, but it never happens. The result is that I've discovered that I can function on 5 to 6 hours of sleep and not completely fall apart. At least for now. I think going back to work is going to kick my butt if I keep that schedule.
Going back to work. Ick. I have loved being at home in Blissful Babydom. Yeah, the 3 hour feeding routine gets a bit tedious sometimes, and yeah, a 5 week old isn't exactly a stimulating conversationalist, but I could so do this for awhile and be perfectly content. I can't imagine keeping up on all the bloody laundry, and making/cleaning up dinner, and keeping the house clean, and meeting the baby's needs, and being present to my boys and my fiancee when I have to spend 9 hours a day in a stupid office. People do it so I guess it's possible. We'll see.
So there you have it - 5 weeks in a nutshell, minus the gooey, gushing stories of how amazingly beautiful my baby is. She is perfection. What an incredibly blessed person I am - I just can't believe it. I can't believe that Jason and Jayden and Tanner and Mycah are mine. I can't believe this is my life.
But it is. Wow.
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