That is the
best way to describe the past 48 hours.
Yesterday, I spent the entire day cleaning the apartment
from top to bottom. Literally. From lights to baseboards. Re-organized closets, cabinets. EVERYTHING.
It was a task. Ian got called
into work early and ended up working 16 hours straight, so I was on my
own. I was proud of myself and how well
I was able to manage everything. Not
that I don’t do it every day anyway, but with trying to tackle such a large
project as well. I was even able to
prepare a nice lunch for today to have on hand.
I learned two things from yesterday.
1.) My next oven will have a self-cleaning function. It took me over an hour to clean out the
bottom of that piece. Lasagna
boil-over. 2.) Baking soda is like
magic. It effortlessly cleans bathtubs
and removes soap scum without harsh chemicals or vigorous scrubbing.
Nothing too exciting, but it was enough to keep me too busy
to blog.
I’m struggling. I
think instead of saying I’m struggling, I can just start saying I am a
parent. Because I’m starting to think
this is a permanent state. I’ve ironed
out Haley’s new schedule for her growing needs (just when I start to figure it
out, she grows up on me). Finally have
her on a great feeding schedule with the proper amounts of veggies, grains, diary,
fruits, and formula. She sleeps a good
11 to 12 hours a night with at least one great nap a day. But now I am majorly struggling with her
understanding object permanence. It is
great that she has reached this milestone, but what she has come to understand
is that when I am out of sight, it is time to scream. It is okay if someone else is giving her
attention or if she is in a highly stimulating environment, but when I am at
home…she wants me in her view at all times.
Sometimes it is worse and she wants to lie on my feet or be in my lap
like a dog. I try to reassure her by
talking to her from the next room, but that tends to make her scream
louder. And I say scream because this
isn’t a fuss. Or a cry. It is literally a scream fit. I don’t do scream fits. I will not have that child. Somewhere along the line, I have reacted to
it enough that she has decided that this attention getter is a keeper, but it
has got to go. Yesterday.
So what else.
I
cleaned.
I have a bratty-almost-9-month-old
(I promise she is actually a very sweet and well-behaved baby. I am just a semi-jaded first time mom).
I hate to admit this to the public, but I’ve
caught her in the dog food, more than once.
First time, shame on her—second time, shame on me. I’ve learned quickly, if I don’t hear her
screaming, she is clearly getting into something exciting (which means
dangerous, toxic, and/ or something that would shock her). She currently silent because she is biting a
kitchen chair. This entire collection of
expensive chew toys for kids and she decides the kitchen chair suites her best.
Well, I guess that is all that I have for today. I’ve had a few decent blog ideas, but not
enough time to sit down and let them materialize; thus you get the brunt of my
rambling. Maybe another time. But until then, thanks for reading
regardless.
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