It was all going so well last night. Too well..
Lately I have been thinking about it, and I have been so proud of myself for being able to get things done around here with a newborn.
Umm excuse me...I didn't realize until yesterday when Tyson was having his second trial run at the sitter's (and I wasn't an emotional wreck watching the clock the WHOLE time) that I have actually been getting nothing done these past few weeks! Nothing measurable at least. In the 3 hours Tyson was at the sitter's I was able to finish and submit two school assignments, clean the house, fix lunch, and eat. These things generaly take me an entire day to accomplish, and they don't all get done in the same day. But what I am accomplishing all day..although nothing outwardly observable...is so much more important. Rocking a sleeping baby, watching him learn to interact with different things, gaining his trust, and learning his needs and wants is so much more rewarding than the million things I can get done when he's at the sitter's or visiting family or where he may be. I have no job that is more important or more rewarding than being Josh's wife and Tyson's mom!
Fast forward to later last night...
I have cooked this delicious dinner that I actually created (and if you know my cooking skills this is big), the house is clean, the baby was playing happily and is now quietly napping...I have time for a shower before our bedtime routine needs to start! Score!!
Just as I'm thinking what a lovely day/night it has been...BOOM! Tyson wakes up as I'm drying off and decides he's hungry NOW. Josh has done something to his toe, is bleeding profusely, "almost passed out", and would probably benefit from some steri-strips at the very least...oh and he needs someone to clean up his blood. Tyson is screaming at the top of his lungs as I try to put on his pajamas that he is quickly out growing (the size says 3 months, you are 8 weeks, these must fit!). Then I notice the dog has eaten another diaper. Oh yes I said another. He ate one a week and a half ago, and I have been painstakingly monitoring him and his stools for the past ten days. Fun! I holler at Josh about the dog's latest culinary delight, and he ventures out of the bathroom to see...tracking blood everywhere he goes. Tyson is still screaming as I try to quickly fix his bottle (not easily or quickly done with a screaming infant in your arms). Josh decides Beaux needs to
vomit. "No, I don't think it would be a good idea to stick your fingers down the dog's throat". Finally Google leads him to hydrogen peroxide. I try to help him measure peroxide into the turkey basting syringe as I mix the bottle. Poor screaming baby..that paci just ain't cutting it. Finally the bottle's ready. Josh gives Beaux the vomit inducing concoction. We finally all sit down quietly in the living room. Then the concoction works, and Josh and Beaux make a beeline for the front door. Tyson is content and eating away, and Beaux is in the front yard regurgitating a diaper. Sorry neighbors! This went on for almost ten minutes. Finally he seems done. Tyson has been fed, changed, swaddled, rocked, sang to, and is sleeping peacefully in his rock-N-play. The dog is passed out in his bed probably in fear of vomitting again. Josh's toe has now been bandaged, and he's sleeping quietly.ehh snoring a little but whatever. And I'm laying here thinking about that perfect day we had today and how it got so much better because life got thrown into the mix!!
AND the fact that I may need a stiff drink..it's never too late for a tottie right?!