It's begun-- the mind-losing. If you could see me, you'd know something is wrong. My hair is terrible, I'm wearing ugly house-clothes, two sizes two big-- I'm not myself.
I can't remember the last time I have been so tired. In college I was this tired the night before a speech or a research paper was due, but then I eventually was able to sleep.
Now there is no sleep ('til Brooklyn).
Yesterday we realized our toilet had been slowly leaking into the floor of our bathroom and then into the floor of our closet, also into the drywall and definitely the carpet. So while Baby R slept all afternoon, because he's noctural like a possum, Kevin had to rip up the carpet, pull out baseboards and drywall. Needless to say, everything that was on our closet floor had to go.
Go where?
All over the house, especially the laundry--which has never been so out of control in my life.
It's literally in every room in piles of either clean or dirty.
I can't really do anything with the clean clothes because the closet is a war zone, and why clean the dirty clothes when I can't even make sense of the clean ones I have?
Right now, the baby is crying next to me on the couch, he's been angry all day. His nose is snotty and he has gas. After Mylicon and walking around with him has brought no relief, what else can I do? I think he may be turning to the dark side, Baby C must have coerced him.
I was so hungry at lunch time I wolfed down mac n' cheese and a ham sandwich in about 30 seconds. I was in crazy starvation mode, I wanted to eat everything in sight. I think this is how house-mommies get great-big-fat. Babies make ya' binge.
So back to the toilet leak problemo: Kevin has had the fans blowing on the exposed floor for about 24 hours now and a giant section of wet carpet is airing-out in our driveway. He slept on a mattress in Baby R's room. I, like most nights, slept on our couch. And by "slept" I mean about 4 hours total.
I don't know what we're gonna do about the floor. We all packed into the car last night to price replacing the padding and laminate, but it's a can of worms I can't fully take in right now.
I'm so tired I don't even want to get up off the couch.
This is what I want- to sleep in my own bed, for about 30 hours straight (without waking up in a puddle of milk).
...he's still crying, and Baby C just woke up and is now crying...
5 comments:
Nice subtle Beastie Boys reference.
STOP THE MADNESS! I must tell you that I sure was lol'ing at several parts there like the mommy fat and binging...haha. However, I wish I could be there to help. I figure it will only get better. Good thing you have handy Kevin for helpy-helpy. Just ask Kevin's mom to come over and help you do laundry. Heck, she'd probably be happy to!
WELL CHARLIE HUM WISH I WAS THERE TO HELP I'D LOVE IT.GEORGE THOUGH HARD AT WORK DURING THE DAY TOOK THE NIGHT SHIFT WITH THE COLIC ONE MATTHEW. I'M NOT A BABY PERSON AT ALL. I MADE THE BEST OF IT AND MY PHONE WAS MY OUTLET TO THE WORLD..NOT TO WORRY JUST CHILL AND ASK KEVIN FOR YOUR TIME OUTS..FORGET THE OTHER STUFF WE LIVED FAR MORE WEIRD THAN THIS SCENERO. HEY ARE YOU STILL DOING CLOTH DIAPERS I KNOW YOUR CUZ IS GOING TO THEM NOW INSTEAD OF DISPOSABLE ...PLEASE LET ME KNOW CUZ I ADMIRE YA FOR THE SACRIFICE. IT'S ALL AN ADJUSTMENT TIL EVERYONE STARTS SCHOOL AND YOU CAN GET SOME TIME TO YOURSELF.. ONLY PROB IS YOU NEVER CAN SLEEP AGAIN LIKE YOU USE TOOOOOO AHHHHHHHHHHHHH, i'll never forget your mom and dad made a great steak dinner and i was stuck in a dark room nursing and ate like a barbarian with my hands.. the salad was rough!
The best thing I ever heard was from my OB/GYN's nurse during my first three month meltdown.. "This too shall pass".. If you need anything, please don't hesitate to let me know. I may be far away, we may not talk often, but I am always here for you.
~erin
My wife told me to comment you and tell you that it gets better, and you can call her if you are going postal, she'll understand - EK via PK
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