Sunday, September 10, 2006

"I wanna see sassy peoples!"

Tonight as Iris and I were hanging out, the show Nanny 911 came on the television. I have caught these kinds of shows before and have always been a bit intrigued at catching glimpses in to other people's lives. So we are watching for a bit, I am not saying a word, and Iris watches for a bit then says "ohhhh, sassy peoples!" I laugh and say "yes! they are sassy peoples!" and then every time a commercial came on, or the show cut to something eles Iris would say "I wanna see sassy peoples!". Of course, I saw pieces of myself in the mother of this family. It's so crazy when you have moments were you get a chance to see yourself from the outside-- for better or worse. I appreciate those times when I can go "whoa, I so totally do that and it is NOT good!" So, there, a little life lesson from Nanny 911.

We had an okay weekend. Yesterday Matt came to spend time with the girls and the four of us ended up going to hang out at the house where he has been staying these last four weeks. I enjoyed the chance to get out of the house and relax somewhere else, and Iris really liked playing with all the toys that belonged to the kids who live there. There was an amazing eggplant something-or-other casserole waiting on my doorstep when I got home. Yay! Dinner was on the table with no effort at all.

Last night Miss Eloise had a rough night. She was awake from 9:00 pm to midnight. Fairly content, but still awake none-the-less. She was getting more and more sniffly as the night went on. By the time I finally decided to attempt to lay down, she was having no part of it. To make a long story short, I slept about 4 hours, in chunks, and spent a great deal of time keeping her upright (and therefor less snotty). I was so beyond exhausted. The kind of exhausted where you think you can reason with a three week old. Where you think you can explain to her, several times with increasing desperation, why it's too late for her to be up crying and that she needs to go to sleep. I have a futon in the living room where Eloise and I spent the last two nights, and I suspect we might end up tonight. Thank goodness Iris is fine in my bed alone and didn't wake up for the day until 8:00. Matt came over to help out, which was fantastic. Another meal was delivered this afternoon, as well.

The big news of the day is that Eloise had her first bottle of breast milk! Matt gave it to her while I sat about five feet away. I know it was better if I wasn't even in the same house, but I figured I would wait and see. She gulped down about an ounce before falling back asleep. Amazingly, she even took the rest of the bottle from me when I tried a few minutes later.

I also went to the store, ahem, ALONE, tonight. Just to pick up a few things, including one lonely bottle of Mike's Hard Limeade (which was DAMN good!). It was so wierd to be out alone. You really do forget how much, well, how much easier things are when you aren't wrangling two small children.

Tomorrow Matt and I are going to a counseling session. It's either going to be really great and clear up alot of things or a huge disaster.

1 comment:

  1. I hope the counselling session helps you guys sort some things out. Don't settle for less than you deserve.
    I can totally relate to trying to reason with a newborn. I remember telling Imo over and over that she was awake to late and she just HAD to stop crying because I needed some sleep!


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