Last night the baby was up every hour and a half to scream at me and demand food. I have been exhausted. Despite that, I still gave up a nap and did 90% of the laundry today. I didn’t get around to finishing the towels, but still…I didn’t think it could be done.
The most laundry was hands-down generated by the kids. I don’t know how these tiny people, with very little going on their lives, generate so much dirty laundry. It’s mind-blowing.
My life is whirlwind of adventure.
I’m going to bed now.
I’m sitting in bed, watching Kick-Ass on Netflix. I’m very tired. There is a HUGE pile of laundry waiting for me for when I finally muster the energy to resume my normal life.
Today was horrible, one of the worst in a long time. I will only say that I fail at motherhood. There is no need to elaborate further.
Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day. Hopefully. I’m so tired.
So, I wrote that sappy post yesterday all about how being a mom has changed my life, and I didn’t once mention what we did to celebrate.
I’ll give you a hint: nothing.
Yeah, that wasn’t a hint. That’s actually what happened. Vance took over Deven duty so that I could lay on the couch and take care of the baby. I made him take Deven grocery shopping so that I could nap for a bit. He made me steak and potatoes that he dug out of our garden. It was delicious.
He got me this. He really didn’t have to get me anything, but I have wanted this necklace for so damn long. It’s as awesome as I thought it would be. My gift from Deven was…well, he was mostly just a shit all day long. He was cute? He’s always cute.
So, onto today. Archer has caught the chest cold. I can’t believe that this virus has stuck around here for over three weeks, and that the last person to get it is, by far, the smallest and weakest. I would like to think all of that breast milk he’s been chugging has something to do with it. Even though I took Deven to the Doctor for the same virus and was informed that it’s not life-threatening and isn’t clogging airways, I still felt like I had to take Archer in for it too. This morning he was coughing and grunting so hard, it was hard not to believe it wasn’t hurting him in some way. His airways aren’t clogged either, and I’m just supposed to continue using the bulb syringe and take hot, steamy showers to help him breath easier. It’s very important that I watch out for fevers. Deven and Vance both ran fevers, but I never did, so I’m hoping the baby doesn’t either. I asked the Doctor what to do if he runs a fever in the middle of the night, and said to just take in to the ER. Babies under 1 month old who run fevers need to stay in the hospital for 48 hours and be put through a battery of tests just to be sure it’s not something more serious, even if everyone is pretty sure it’s just something he caught from his family.
So, Archer, please don’t run a fever. Mommy and daddy can’t afford that right now.
Poor baby. I’m listening to him cough in his sleep right now. It’s heartbreaking! Also, this means he’ll be making some kind of noise pretty much all night again. No sleep for us tonight!