You know you’re doing well when
You know you’re doing well when you cook the potatoes with vinegar instead of oil.
Not off to a great start
This morning I forgot both the Bug’s hat and her food. Then I found out that Katie could’ve kept her today (neither is feeling great) since she was forced to call in sick.
Personally, I’m so sore I can barely walk. H & I took some time yesterday to clean the gutters. We had to bring out the big guns - the 32 foot extension ladder (complete with stabilizers). Just maneuvering it to rest on the house was nearly impossible, and I can feel every muscle in my legs, back, and arms.
Obviously, she woke up
Obviously, from looking at my last post, the Bug awoke within seconds of hitting publish.
Sometimes, it’s hard to get her to stay asleep. Yesterday was an awesome day, and I had fun hanging out with her (hanging out with E wasn’t as “fun,” because he was too sick to do anything other than watch tv), but I never got the two to three hour stretch of nap time I was expecting.
First she was wakened by H cleaning the hall bookshelves; then it was H talking on the phone. Obviously, neither time was his fault. Then she fell asleep in the stroller but awoke on returning to the house.
But we did eventually get some good time together outside. I put some music on and gave her a few toys. I must’ve sat on the porch for an hour, just watching her be happy. She played with one toy, then the next, then wanted to play the stand and sit game, and then it was back to her toys.
It’s a rough life.
This is going to be painful
So I managed to get sick again. That’s twice in the span of about six weeks - probably because I thought “dang, I haven’t been sick in a while.”
But I’m definitely sick now, and this sore throat is killing me. I hate it. And the worst part is knowing that when I try to go to sleep tonight, it’s going to get worse. It always gets worse at night.
So here I am feeling utterly exhausted - I’ve felt that way all day - and knowing that while what I need most is sleep, what I dread most is also sleep.
How sick my wife feels
When I got home, Katie was already here. I thought I’d be here first, but she was sick in bed and gladly handed over the four-month-old. How sick did she feel? When I joked that she was just trying to have some time to herself, she looked at me like I’d slapped her.
Oops! You have to pick your battles, and you also have to know when to be completely serious.
