Let me qualify this by saying that I think in normal circumstances this would just be considered "busy," but add in that I am huge and pregnant and tire easily and having blood sugar issues so I get weak and nauseous if I don't eat and drink almost constantly throughout the day and well, things start feeling manic pretty quickly. Plus, I don't sleep much when I am pregnant. And if I "push" myself I pay for it for at least a couple of days. Even doing my prenatal yoga makes my joints and pelvis and back throb and makes it hard for me to walk or sleep for a couple of days. I feel like it is still important to keep active and mobile so I do it anyway, but man oh man. With Roscoe I had bizarro sharp pains that were torturous (ugh, the thought of those pinched nerves still makes me cringe), but I did not feel like I got beat with a baseball bat everyday starting in the second trimester. Either I am a massive wuss or pregnancy really takes a toll on my body.
And here is a glimpse:
Monday: wake Roscoe early and get us both ready for the day, drop Ray off at airport, come home and find the nanny waiting outside our door. Get Roscoe set up and say good bye (heart breaking) and head to work in ridiculous traffic. Get to work late and rush, rush, rush all day putting out fire drills and cleaning up messes (I just had to fire someone and hire/train someone new, so there are extra messes these days). Rush out of work to get home in time to relieve the nanny and try and speed walk (hahaha) to my car while eating a granola so I don't pass out on the way home. Get home, face a son who wants me to pay for leaving him all day by being extra difficult and impossible to please. Cook, clean, feed, eat, clean, change (wrestle) him, read, calm, sing, pat, cry (generally just him, but sometimes I join in). Look at piles of laundry to be folded and toys everywhere and bills to be paid and decide to deal with it all in the morning.
Tuesday: my "day off" (bwahahaha). Wake up, wrestle son, cook, clean, eat, feed, clean, wipe, bathe, entertain, wrestle, buckle, grocery shop, wrestle, unpack car, wrestle, cook, eat, feed, clean... yeah, this could go on all day (it does.)
On top of the normal mania, we have been entertaining people at our house a few days a week (some planned, many "surprise" visits), babysitting cousins, Ray has been travelling for work, Ray's company was bought by some international company and there is all this "transition" going on there, we had friends visiting from Chicago (hi, Ant & Frank!), Ray installed an exhaust hood above the stove (there was none), Ray joined a football league, I decided to transition all of our money/direct deposits/auto debits from one bank to another (the fees were killing me), midwife appointment, visiting newborn cousin, etc. And that was just last week. Don't even get me started on the week to come!
"That old mare just ain't what she used to be, ain't what she used to be..." (My brothers are probably the only two that will appreciate that old Sesame Street (?) reference, but 'tis true. This old mare is TIRED. And here is the kicker with the second child - I KNOW how much harder it will be once she is here. So, what will I do? I will go warm up my Red Raspberry Leaf tea and eat some leftovers from dinner (it is 10:20 am - could be brunch, right?) and make a plan so I don't get fired for missing today's work deadline. Then run around all weekend and pick up the pieces on Monday. Maybe even go peek in the baby's room and sit in the comfy chair that I spent so many nights in with Roscoe and let it all soak in. The chaos, the love, the messiness, the noise and know that I wouldn't trade my life for anyone's. It is manic, but it is worth it.
"That old mare just ain't what she used to be, ain't what she used to be..." (My brothers are probably the only two that will appreciate that old Sesame Street (?) reference, but 'tis true. This old mare is TIRED. And here is the kicker with the second child - I KNOW how much harder it will be once she is here. So, what will I do? I will go warm up my Red Raspberry Leaf tea and eat some leftovers from dinner (it is 10:20 am - could be brunch, right?) and make a plan so I don't get fired for missing today's work deadline. Then run around all weekend and pick up the pieces on Monday. Maybe even go peek in the baby's room and sit in the comfy chair that I spent so many nights in with Roscoe and let it all soak in. The chaos, the love, the messiness, the noise and know that I wouldn't trade my life for anyone's. It is manic, but it is worth it.
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