image courtesy of Babble.com
I finally figured it out: how to save money on shoes that a) get worn out in a matter of weeks by being left in the rain, shoved on without undoing laces, thrown in and out of rooms and massive amounts of puddle jumping. The big solution is one simple word, a word my daughter mastered somewhere around the time she learned what “eyes” are. What’s that word?
Last night was rough.
We’ve moved into the new house, but Little Man can’t stay there during the day because, until yesterday, the paint was still wet and all of our worldly possessions are stacked in the middle of each room. So, every day we drop him off at our nanny’s house and pick him up at day’s end. All fine, except our nanny lives an hour away, sometimes more as traffic during rush hour is always going with you.
So, last night I left work at 4:45, got to her house at 5:20 (amazing time), packed him up and set off again at 5:45. He hates the car seat now so he goes stiff as a board when you try to put him in it and starts screaming. Last night he alternated screaming and whining for an hour in the car. I was so frazzled when we got home; I called Mike to vent but just ended up being nasty to him out of frustration (he was at the old house trying to empty the fridge).
Posted in Baby Journal, Life as a Mum, The Blood, the Guts, The Not So Glorious
Tagged anger, baby, dog and baby, driving with baby, frustration, mother, motherhood, one year old, pet and baby, working mother
I watched Parenthood last night. I’m really starting to like that show. Weird, how your tastes change to fit your lifestyle (I also read Redbook now, not Glamour anymore!). The characters on there are each coming to terms with their own struggles and as one sister fights to keep her teenage daughter close, her brother loses his job and finds out his wife is pregnant on the same day.
Know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em.
Sometimes as you go through life, while you struggle to be in control, you simply cannot. At these times, you have to let go and watch where life takes you.
My son turned six months today, I am starting my own business and we’re looking at buying a house that may be the tightest of stretches for us. All of this added together with the day to day life of a new family and the hormones of a new mother is too much for me to handle. This week, I’m folding, I’ll lean back and watch. Some of the chips will land where they will and as they do, the path will clear for me to control the others.
Posted in Life as a Mum
Tagged baby, belly, birth, boppy, breast, breast feeding, breast milk, child, children, father, fertility, fetal, kid, kid's, maternal, nbc, Nursery, parenthood, pregnancy, pregnant