Bloody Sunday

So today was like many other sundays. I got up at 07:00 to grt ready for work. The minute my wake up call comes in I hear MAA MAA! So I got up changed the baby and gave her to her father. Then I went downstairs took a shower and ate. He had to do the breakfast and lunch stuff because I was working. It makes me feel kind of bad when I leave all that stuff to other people. I enjoy feeding her and watching her make a mess. Oh well, there is always tomorrow. So, I was just getting ready to walk out the door when my nose starts to bleed. Great I haven't had a nose bleed in years and hear I am gushing like a fountain. So I finally get it to stop and I head to work. I get there a little early, go into the break room and guess what? Yup nose starts gushing again. Oh boy, its going to be one of those days. So I get the bleeding settled down and I go do my job. Today was a lovely day filled with many rediculous and stupid goings on of which I heard a lot of. But as I am under lots of cofidentiality restrictions thats all I can say. So 3 hours later I an minding my own business and you'll never guess. Right again. My nose started bleeding. Not as bad at the 2 before it, but still my nose was bleeding. What a grand time. But that was the last time at work. The good part about work was that since my husband started work at the same time I finished he brought the baby in to say hi to everyone. She was cute and friendly. Then she saw me. She got this giant smile and squealed really loud(It is good to be super mom). I felt better as soon as I saw that smile. Then we left work, YAY. We went home had dinner. Baby restyled her hair with sweet potato (it is all the rage, the sweet potato curl). Then we went for a walk. We went to see my parents. It was a good time. Then we walked back. Now I am working on my blog and my husband just walked in the door from work. So I will talk to him for a while since the walk knocked the baby out and I being super mom was able to get her out of the stroller up the stairs and into the crib without waking her up. So I am going to go enjoy a few (much earned) babyless moments. Before she wakes up and I have to pull the supermom cape out of the dryer and rush to the rescue.

Today

So, today was you basic bland vanilla sort of day. The baby actually slept most of the night. She didn't wake up for the first time til 05:45. Then she didn't wake up again til about 08:30. So that was cool, my poor body and brain couldn't take much more of that sleepless night stuff. I can hear her stirring on the baby monitor, I hope she decides sleep ia the best option. I have to work early. Today I didn't have to work til 13:00 which doesn't usually happen. Saturdays are usually 08:00 shifts. My husband worked the overnight so I got my parents to watch the little one for a few hours so he could get some halfway decent sleep. So we went downstairs about 08:45 and she had breakfast. Then she yelled at me while I ate brekfast. Then I got cleaned up and dressed. Then she took a loud splashy screamy exciting bath. Then I ate lunch. But it was time to go and she hadn't gotten lunch so she had to take it to go. She was very mad at me. So I dropped her off on the way to work. She was so interesed in lunch (and I went into stealth mode) she didn't realize I was leaving til I was gone. But then I went to work. Work was work. I was sore and it lasted forever. But then it was over. I went home. The greatest thing about being a super mom is your adoring fans. The homecoming I got! Smiling, wrigling, squealing baby jumping out of her dads arms into mine. It is good to be missed. Then she decided she needed to tell me about her day in a serious tone (I speak baby of course, it consists mostly of different variations of the work mama). Then she played with an M&M bag and passed out in my lap. Then I cooked dinner. Now I will go watch the end of my hockey game and will her to stay asleep. Such is the life of a supermom.

Sleep, what is that?

So, last night baby woke up about 11:30. And never went back to bed. Well that is not exactly true. She slept, but would not let me put her down. Every time she would be out cold I would lie her down, she would roll onto her belly, her head would pop up and she would yell MAA MAA! Then I would have to start all over again. Sometime around 2 am when my left arm went numb and started spasming and twitching I tossed her in the bed with my husband and I and we alternanted on who woke up enough to pop the bottle back in her mouth and talk to her for a few. I went to work today with no sleep, sore as hell ans my left arm still isn't working right. I can't wait till I can get into some kind of regimented treatment to try to counteract the pain that gets unbearable occasionally. But that is a different story I haven't started writing yet. But after being up till 2 and getting a couple hours of broken sleep she was up for the day at about 8am. But I was a lot more alert than I expected to be. I did pretty good today. I am getting better at this supermom thing. She is asleep for now and I hope it lasts for a while because I can't take another night like last night. I will head to bed soon while she is still asleep. I hope she doesn't decide that she wants to wake up and do the possesed baby routine again. I mean she is cute and sweet and all but she is downright adorable when she is sleeping. Well my brain is not formulating clear thoughts anymore so I will drag myself off to sleep. Wish me luck.

Formula for disaster

So, I was worried that we wouldn't have enough formula to last us until Thursday (payday). But by some miracle and the baby deciding that she wanted to drink water a lot this week we made it. Not by much, but hey it all worked out. We ha a slight disaster Sunday that created the formula scenario. We went to my Mom's house on Sunday for dinner. I have a small travel size can of formula for the diaper bag. I filled it before we left. Anthony, the 14 month old I watch who stays at my parent's house a lot recently figured out how to open zippers. He also like to open cans. So he opened the diaper bag, opened the formula can and was founf wearing and chewing a mouthful of formula. I told him he should steer clear of that white powder, it would lead to no good. But did that stop him. No. So he went to baby prison. Possesion got him 10-20 minutes. He repented and went back to milk. Then he went outside and walkedhis little I just started walking bow legged strut up and down the sidewalk. So beware young ones who can open zippers. I must go my baby is waking up and I am tired and hope I can get her back down soon. Such is the life of a super sleepy mom.

Happy birthday to mom(a little late)

So today was my moms birthday. She woke up at 6 am and her coffee pot was broken. Isn't that the way things always go? But happy birthday mom. I am glad you finally got your coffee when the pot decide to work at noon. I think I get my super mom genes from her. She runs more errands and takes care of more babys than me. She has also is older and has more kids than I can ever imagine having. So happy birthday to Super mom. From the younger not to your level yet super mom. I don't know if I will ever get to that level if it means I have to have 8 kids. But maybe I can make it by just trying really hard to be a good mom, without that many kids. Let me publish this before it hits midnight and it isn't her birthday any more.

Day off?

Did you ever notice that your day off from work seems busier than an actual work day? Maybe this is not the case for everyone, but it is for me. By the end of said day off you are saying to yourself "I need to go back to work to get a break." Well, I am usually off on Wednesday. Wednesday morning I wake up in time to babysit at 8 am for 30 pounds of rowdy 14 month old fun as well as my own daughter. If I am not babysitting I can usually convince her to go back to sleep for a while. But not on babysitting days. We were downstairs at 8am she was wearing the traditional oatmeal cereal and banana mustache and beard and laughing hysterically. When we were presented with a newly awakened wildman. He immediately decided he needed to eat as well. The day moved very quickly from there. He has just recently started to walk. This means chasing him everywhere, prying him out from under things, taking things away from him, etc. Things usually end up with him in baby prison (The playpen) with a bottle. Then it is naptime. While he is caged and or sleeping then you go around trying to clean up the debris, scrape peanut butter and jelly off of every surface in the house and convince the dog he can come down now and other such things. Today when mom finally got here to get him he was still asleep (it is a tough job being a toddler). I guess he slept all afternoon. After he left I had to bathe my baby because he had given her a strawberry jam mohawk. Then the usual mom stuff and day off stuff such as laundry and fishing teething cookies out from under the couch. Well I am tired from all this relaxing. So I will say goodnight.

Don't you love it when people threaten to sue you? You're minding your own business and doing your job and someone declares that if you do not do thing there way they will sue you. Then you smile and nod your head and say yes sir, thinking "how do you imagine that is possible? Someone who was less of a jackass would ask for my name." So that is about how my night at work went. But hey I wasn't in much pain today. I was even hungrier today than yesterday. Oh well there was much food to be had. I'm sure I gained 12 pounds on oatmeal raisin cookies and candy. If something else doesn't get me first I can give myself diabetes trying to kill off the nagging hunger all the medication leaves.

Well enough of the job part of the day. Yes I stareted at the end of the day and am going back to the beginning. I do that a lot. So I woke up to hear "MAA MAA" and see large eyes pearing at me over the side of the crib, as I have the past couple of days. If I don't answer or get up quick enough it gets much louder and more insistent. Everyone in the neighborhood can hear it. I don't usually let it get that bad unless I feel really crappy or am just being spiteful. You know, the hey if I have to get up this early so does eveyone else mentality. Well we got up, went downstairs she wore he breakfast of oatmeal and bananas. This is our usual morning routine. She watched bright characters move around on the tv and talked on her toy cell phone while I ate breakfast. I washed her favorite toy and had it back to her before she missed it. We went shopping. She lost her favorite toy and I had it back to her before she missed it. I just love having to run through the grocery store asking people if they have seen a mostly blue stuffed bug with a bell in it. But hey I got the darn thing back and all was right with the world. Such is the life of supermom. Well I am rambling. I am hungry. I am tired. And I have to get up at 6am to go to work. I will return. Take it as a threat if you must. I must enjoy the few moments of baby is sleeping and no one else is here. Because even "MAA MAA" needs to relax once in a while.

My blog

Ok, let me try this again. This is my blog. There are many like it, but this one is mine. I set this up yesterday, but blog land ate my first post or my computer is a jerk or both. All the same it is gone. I don't know how often I will update this, but I need somewhere to just go and spill my useless (and maybe sometimes usefull) thoughts once in a while. Well I just thought I should put a real "hey its me this is my blog" starting statement out here, but know I am off to be super mom the all knowing, all seeing earner of diapers and teething cookies.

Martha put an opening post on this blog, but it had issues. She will probably replace it, but for now, I am putting this here while I fiddle with settings. -- Wanderer