Grr. Just grrr. I booked a night out for the first time in forever but to no one’s surprise Carl had to work and I am stuck home, ’cause Noah would not sleep, and now it’s sort of late to get my ass downtown esp. as Carl cannot really get up if Noah does… and he might ’cause he’s a bit overtired.
It seems ridiculous to hire a sitter for while Carl’s home but next time I guess that is what I’ll have to do. Sigh.
In other news in my real life persona (it really is a persona, what with the multiple thing, sometimes) I have succumed to Facebook and I’m actually kind of liking it. Which is, I think, perhaps, a pathetic statement on my actual social life. I’m not the greatest maintainer of friendships on a weekly basis, so all the friends I have kept from high school, university, and other misc categories are people who are either like me or have a high tolerance for people like me – people who are always glad to see someone, but who suck ass at picking up the phone semi-regularly. I do best when there is some kind of rhythm or shared activity or something. Left to my own devices I tend to get into this kind of thinking:
I can’t call now… it’s dinnertime, maybe.
Well now it’s too late.
Well I didn’t call on Saturday and Sunday is sort of family day…
Shit! I didn’t call last week. I’ll call as soon as I finish these dishes…
You get the idea. Still, I am a little disgusted with myself for enoying Facebook so much already. The other thing is my friends never really intersect and now they sort of are, at least as a collection on my FB page, and that’s kind of cool. Now I just have to GET OUT OF THE DAMN HOUSE WITHOUT A TODDLER IN TOW.
Harumph.
On the plus side my playgroup, the weekend one, continues to be a blast. We’re actually getting realer with each other and that is a good thing.Â
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I tried not dieting exactly but not eating whatever I felt like this week and immediately lost 3 lbs, so I guess breastfeeding is still taking it out of me. (Note that I still have 20 lbs to lose.) I was all triumphant until last night, when I woke up with horrible cramps in my calves, the likes of which I have not had since – oh – 4 months pp. (Had ‘em through pregnancy and up to then.) Obviously I’m missing some nutrient and I popped vitamins this morning. But it could also be an excuse to just wait until he’s weaned.
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I need shoes for my interview. What are the chances that the foot injury I had was actually the pinched nerve in my back that is still keeping me from running? Just a rhetorical question. :-)
Ok, it’s obvious you’re both doing what each of you consider is the best for your situation at the moment.
I’m just wondering if it’s really OK to allow your me-time to be marginalised because Carl’s working so hard. Especially when you’re going full-tilt as well.
Does he know you’re considering a sitter when he’s home recovering from workacoholism?
I did this. I behaved as if it was my responsibility to cope with the crises. I hired sitters on the night my course was on even though he was home, because he needed to collapse. And even though he’d agreed to look after Sarah, then three.
If I had it to do again, I’d make our parenting more of a joint effort.
PS. Magnesium for the cramps!