Teething and Other Stuff

I do believe we’re in an active teething household. From what I’ve been able to see, Lydia has two slightly bulging top front teeth. River has not let me check her little gums, and she is happy for the most part. Lydia? Not so happy. She’s been pretty cranky today, though she’s smiled and laughed here and there. But, for the majority of today, she’s been rather inconsolable, overly sleepy, and she once again shat up her back (so did River). Based on my logical observations and calculations, she’s in stage one of teething. Thank you, Mr. Spock.

RED ALERT. ALL HANDS TO BATTLE STATIONS. TEETHING TOYS OUT. WASHCLOTHS HANDED TO BABY. BABY STILL INCONSOLABLE, SIR. WARP 6 TO CUDDLING AND HUMMING. SHIELDS ARE DOWN 70%. BABY IS HITTING US WITH INCONSOLABLE CRYING, SIR. EMERGENCY PROCEDURE, PLACE BABY TWO IN JUMPER AND WALK AROUND WHILE BOUNCING BABY ONE. SEEMS EFFECTIVE. DOWN TO YELLOW ALERT.

That’s been my day so far, and it’s only 2:40pm. When Lydia hasn’t been cranky, I’ve left her and River to play in their jumper and walker with toys while I made myself some yummy pasta with whatever I had in the fridge (I’m actually really good at putting things that don’t sound good together and yielding great results from that). I’ve been able to do a couple loads of laundry, try to implement some of what the PT guy, John, has asked us to do with the girls (Lydia was not in the mood for that), and I’ve cleaned up the kitchen a little bit. My depressive state seems to have given me a much needed break today.

 

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Lydia seems to love waving at the camera.

 

I’ve been dying to start working out again. With our elliptical/bike hybrid in the living room, I was able to do so when the girls weren’t as active. Now, I’m sure I can do it again with them on their jumper and walker, but there isn’t enough motivation. Sure, the fact I drop weight and get stuck is a big chip on my shoulder, but exhaustion, house duties, and trying to relax while they nap has been winning this race for me. I know, if it’s really that important to me I should make time for it, but I honestly don’t have time to make for it. Don’t get me started on the dog. I have had zero time for her since the girls came home and I feel awful about it.

 

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River put her little head on Lydia’s little lap, and promptly got slapped.

 

Truth is, Rick and I are exhausted. Sure, we don’t spend all day with the girls like Emerson does 3 days a week (insane props to this kid), but we do live with them. That means we both work full-time while managing a family without a village, and that’s pretty tiring. We’ve been getting up earlier with the girls (see: teething) for the last few days, and when we get home from work it’s go-go-go to get the girls fed, changed, and into bed, then washing bottles, snacking on something, doing something for ourselves for a few minutes, and then bed time. Not much time to relax or enjoy each other’s company. And honestly, we’re so worn out from our long days that we don’t even want to try to do anything when we come home. I’ve been toying with the idea of going back to part-time at work, but that means less pay for us. It’d also mean less spent on babysitting too, since my hours would be shorter, and that would be good for our budget.

Attempt at a family picture, but Lydia decided that slapping my face really hard was a great idea.

 

I’ve caught myself daydreaming about winning the lottery. That way, I wouldn’t have to work anymore, probably be able to hire someone to clean the house for me, and we could move to a bigger house right away, which is something we really need to do. But, with no time, we haven’t had a chance to consider our options or steps going forward. Goddamn it, I’d love to be Beyonce for a day or two so we could get things straightened out (having her income wouldn’t hurt, either).

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