What Has Become of Me?

My day started out at 5:30 after a mostly sleepless night.  My baby is a morning person.  If he weren't so cute I would punch him for it.  Once I pried my eyes open, I decided to see how S-man liked the shower so we hopped in together and, yay, he totally dug it.  This is good news because now I can shower more!  Woot!  Not that I...didn't..er..wasn't...well...um, yeah.  After our morning walk with Watson we accomplished a huge list of things thanks to the Baby Einstein Jumper and the Baby Bjorn.  I was able to do my price-matching grocery research, clean up some crap (not all the crap, unfortunately.  Like, a corner of crap), vacuum, practice a song for church with one of our friends, do the two and a half hour once a month WalMart trip, play with Watson, take a short cat nap (please let the no napping be a phase!) make dinner, eat dinner, put away all the groceries (including the massive amounts of meat that had to be bagged and organized in the freezer - worst job EVER) then go on our nighttime walk with Dad.   This took us right to 9:00 which is (sadly) his bedtime. 

For the new me, this was an AMAZINGLY productive day.  For the old me, this was a Tuesday morning before noon.  The old me is pointing and laughing at the way I did when, in college,  I saw a kid slip and fall down a flight of stairs, land on his feet and keep running screaming "I'M OK!!."  Part awe, part sympathy, a lot glad it wasn't me.  But this time, it IS me.  Joke's on you, old me.

Guys, I seriously have no idea how people do it.  And by "it" I mean . . . anything.  I consider my day a success if I put on mascara and do the dishes.  Don't anyone ever ask me how long it's been since I did a real chore like mopping or cleaning the shower.  My house is being held together by a thread called "Matt" and he's working his can off right now because his company has all sorts of craziness going on so he's stressed to the max and deserves a break.  Too bad he's not getting one anytime soon!

The three months of bliss we had with a baby who hardly made a noise and slept like a champ for a newborn are gone.  Baby discovered the art of whining and he's still sleeping like a newborn - a really strong, loud, newborn.  I did great with all of this until about two weeks ago when my body hit the Defcon 4 of sleep deprivation and I had myself a melt down.  Then another one.  Then the little angel decided naps were for sissies and slept a total of 1.5 hours spread out over three naps in the last three days.  And maybe last night I had another melt down because of it. I am just SO TIRED, but it's a weird tired because here I sit at 10:30 when I could be sleeping and there's not an ounce of sleepiness about me. I think my brain hates me.  Thank jeebus S was so tired tonight he crashed the second I swaddled him.  Please bless he sleeps a really, really, long time. Like . . . a month? 

I know there are methods to make him sleep but I just don't have the heart.  On top of that I decided on the Attachment Parenting school of thought a looooong time ago and most of the methods just don't fit into that.  So, Diet Coke is my friend and I try hard to nap when he does even if that means there are strange things growing in the fridge because it hasn't been cleaned out since 1997.

I'm sure that tomorrow the exertion of it all will catch up with me and S, the dog and I will spend the day in our underwear (for the dog that means no collar . . . the scandal!) on the couch eating peanut butter M&Ms and guzzling Diet Coke.  Laugh away, old me.  Laugh away.