I do not know how women do it. We are an amazing breed of creatures. I guess some people figure out how to make it work. I always seemed to be choosing which things I wanted to get accomplished - there was no way it was all going to get finished. Basically, what I am saying, is that my house was a mess for the whole 7 weeks that I was back at work. I also do not get to eat dinner with my husband anymore. Here is a little scenario of what life is like at the Allen house these days:
Jared arrives home from work around 5:20-ish. I have a baby who is getting close to needing dinner and is fussy because her legs are sore from getting shots. (Granted, shots are not an everyday occurrence, but there is ALWAYS something). So I start fixing dinner and Jared gives the baby a bottle. Then Jared puts the baby in the swing and goes to change. He finds cat poop in the floor of our bedroom and I find Toby (the cat) on the bed lying in some of his own urine. (Again, not a usual occurrence, but there is ALWAYS something.) We kick Toby out of the bedroom and I go tend to the baby (who is refusing to take a desperately needed nap). Jared cleans up after the cat. Dinner is ready, but the baby won't sleep, so I sit next to the swing and hold her pacifier in her mouth (because otherwise she spits it out) and Jared sits on the chair behind me eating his dinner. We finish cramming food into our mouths and Jared and I switch places while I go clean up and wash bottles and pumping equipment.The baby still will not go to sleep. Jared wants everyone to sit on the couch, cuddle, and watch a movie. I remind him that I have to pump and start a load of laundry (the cat did pee on the bed, remember.)Jared and Claire (the baby) sit on the couch and start the movie while I pump. I finish up and Jared goes back to trying to get Claire to fall asleep in the swing (success - two hours later). Jared and I finally sit down together to finish the movie and Toby starts to pee on the carpet in the living room. (This is not usual or typical behavior for Toby) I tell Jared that I think the cat is sick. We get out the crate and put a towel, litter box, and water in it and find Toby. Into the crate he goes (he is not a happy camper). We resign to calling the vet the next day and listening to Toby meow in protest for the remainder of the evening.Jared's parents arrive to leave a pile of junk on our lawn for the supposed "Boys and Girls Club Pick-up service." The stuff is only supposed to junk up our yard for one twenty-four hour period, but I am still embarrassed to have it all sitting out there. Our neighbors probably think we are loony. Finally sit down and finish the movie, feed Claire, and put her to bed. Then we get ready for bed and it's lights out. Whew. Tomorrow we get to wake up and do some version of it all over again.
I am so very thankful for my happy, healthy family and our crazy, absurd life. Thank you Lord! I know life is busy right now, but I wouldn't change a thing. A lot of my friends have been having trouble conceiving and/or giving birth to babies that are sick, premature, or require a lot of after birth care. They are weighing heavy on my heart and mind these days and I am keeping them in my prayers. I am so, so incredibly thankful that our sweet Claire is healthy and fairly easy as far as babies go (except in the nap department). Speaking of which. It is time for this momma to go try to get the baby to take a nap. Wish me luck.
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