The reign of Mr. Fussy Fuss continues.
I can handle all of the jobs of a stay at home mom...human dairy factory, laundromat owner, master diaper changer, baby spa technician specializing in baby hygiene, house maid cleaning up spit up & other bodily fluids, human rocking chair aka: baby psychologist for a shoulder to cry on & the newly discovered baby entertainer: the singing mom & DJ.
Logan has definitely inherited our appreciation for music. It's one of the few things that will automatically get him to calm down & relax. In the morning I usually feed him & then put on some classical music to burp him & hold him until he's ready for a diaper change. If he decides that the music is sufficient, he'll look around & cuddle. If Mr. Fussy Fuss has taken over, he makes me sing (or hum if there aren't any words). It's a good thing that I've had years of piano lessons & sang in many choirs for school, church & in the shower, otherwise he might have some busted ear drums.
His musical tastes change throughout the day. In the afternoon, he likes it a little bit louder & with a little bit more beat. It seems the house turns into a mini-baby rock concert. I'm glad that we live in a house because if he lived in an apartment, we would be getting major noise complaints. This must all stem from the concerts & music that Bill & I listened to while Logan was still in utero.
So, with all of these jobs to do, being a mom is physically, mentally, emotionally demanding & exhausting. I can handle everything during the day, but hit my limits at night. Usually around 11 pm when I'm so completely worn out, but Mr. Fussy Fuss decides that he's ready to go to bed at 1 or 2 am. Those last few hours are absolutely hellish. Bill gets home between 9:30 & 11 pm, depending on the day. Right when I'm starting to turn into crazy mommy. When I hand Logan off he'll start to turn into Mr. Fussy Fuss, demanding that he be held by me, his baby psychologist & human rocking chair. Bill gets frustrated that he doesn't know what to do & thinks that he needs to be fed all of the time. I'm essentially a single parent with a personal shopper/sugar daddy (except the only thing that he's buying is diapers & wipes).
Our Roots
- Kristin
- Colorado
- I married my soul mate 10 years ago. We got married very young & we are very thankful that we did despite what other opinions may have been. It gave us a chance to grow up together & learn how to ride life's roller coaster ups & downs as a team. We had some good friends & adventures in Vegas when we started out. Then we hit a fork in the road & moved to Portland, OR so I could go to school & pursue a career in chiropractic. That's where we learned that sometimes life has plans for us other than our "perfectly mapped out" one. Bill got a promotion that moved us out to Colorado, somewhere he's always wanted to live, but a place where my thoughts of chiropractic school would die. Marriage is all about compromise, so we made the move to bigger & better things. As we continued to be successful at work, it felt like there was something missing. That's when I started to think about having a baby. As a stay at home mom to Logan, life was everything we wanted it to be. Then we were crazy enough to do it again & soon added Carter to the family. This is our adventure raising two boys in the Rocky Mountains.
Branches
2 comments:
Oh honey, I feel for you. I was so THERE. I know everyone tells you to nap when you can and take care of yourself--it drove me CRAZY and I thought they were nuts (until 11PM, when I was so tired I could DROP). It gets better, as I'm sure you already know. I'm sorry you have to go through so much of it alone, though! {{big e-hug comin' at ya}}
I kind of figured that it would be all on my shoulders since Bill's hours are terrible. It didn't really register to me about what that meant until recently. Things are starting to get a little better though. Thanks for the glimmer of hope!
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