Apologies
I’m afraid I’ve been quiet the crap poster just lately. I keep meaning to write, but it seems like everything has been conspiring to whip my ass:
- C. had his 2nd month appointment, complete with 4 (count ‘em, 4) immunizations!! I don’t remember MM having 4 in one go, and it was two on each leg. For the rest of the day he squealed in pain every time I held him, and he ran a fever until last night. He’s fine now, but it screwed with our feeding schedule and now he’s back to every 2 hours (he was starting to make moves in the direction of 3-4 hours…). So, AGH!
- MM is going stir crazy, and she’s taking me with her. Or maybe it’s me who’s taking her along for the ride. Either way, we’ve been doing too much TV watching (even for me, and that’s really saying something) and staring at each other. Happily, right now she’s playing on her own, but I chalk that up to the much-needed trip to the library and park that she took with my too-generous-for-her-own-good SIL. I didn’t get much of a break, since C. has been needy ever since the shots, but I know that MM enjoyed being away from me for awhile.
- I have a conference coming up in less than 3 weeks - the big one in my field - and I only have part of an outline prepared. It’s hard to write on 3 hours of sleep/day.
- Because, seriously, I live with crazy sleepless people. I’ve decided that MM’s comic book villain name should be Insomniac, and her little henchman can be Insatiable. She’s been consistently waking up at 5:30 for weeks now, and it’s killing me (not least because C’s usually sleeping then - and sleeps for another two hours or so. Time when I could be sleeping, too, but no.
- Really, it’s all about the (lack of) sleep. I’m such a nice person when I’m even moderately well-rested. I’m such a horrible b**ch when I’m not. I’d bug M. about it more, but ultimately there’s little he can do. He doesn’t breastfeed, C. doesn’t like taking breastmilk from a bottle, and anyway M.’s got a stupid amount of stuff going on at a job he doesn’t like, and night school on top of that. What am I going to do - make it worse?
So, things are kind of hectic and they’re keeping me offline. Happily, C.’s appointment went well (12 lbs! Or, as the doctor said when I told him he’s still eating every two hours, “He doesn’t need to do that anymore.” Um, yeah. I’ll tell him you said that). And this will all pass. And it will get warmer. And I’ll probably even write my conference paper, which is only 20 minutes long anyway and that’s barely enough time to get started before it’s done.
But that’s where I’ve been.
