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With only four hours sleep, the smallest things overwhelm me.
I have to nurse the baby.
I have to find boxes to hold gifts that need to be wrapped and mailed to the in-laws. This requires a trip to the post office.
While at the post office, I have to buy postcard stamps and stick them onto 75 Christmas cards, probably while rocking the baby's stroller because he is most likely crying.
Before I go to the post office, I have to go to the bank because my husband has warned me the stamp machine, in 2007, doesn't take ATM cards.
I have to nurse the baby.
My son needs a stocking. It should be the same kind as the ones we made for ourselves last year. Since the others are handmade, we have to make his as well. I have to find and make this stocking.
I have to nurse the baby.
We need to get pictures of the kids with Santa. This requires dressing them up and schlepping them to the mall. I haven't yet gotten a double stroller so this also requires hauling both strollers out of the car and maneuvering them through a crowded mall and then a very long line.
I have to nurse the baby.
I have to find a babysitter so we can go to a party Friday night. Then I have to pay the babysitter with money I feel guilty for spending.
I have to try to find time to nap or else I will literally snap in two.
I have to nurse the baby.
After that, I have to try to go to the gym because I have 35 pounds to lose. I have to wear the same two outfits all the time because they're the only clothes that fit. I'm having a hard time looking at myself in the mirror.
On top of it all, I have to find a job.
I have to nurse the baby.
I have to nurse the baby.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
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Hang in there, sweet girl! You are doing an amazing job! I'm with you on about half the stuff - the two outfits, the weight, etc. But I only ordered 30 cards and have taken to handing them out. When did stamps start costing damn near as much as a Diet Coke? xo.
I'm sorry I can't help out by babysitting Friday night.
Oh, honey. I remember the suckage of this phase. It seems like the slowest time movement in the history of time, doesn't it?! Gah! It passes, but... I feel ya!
Oh, that sucks (pardon the pun). Some days in those first few months everything seemed like a trip up a mountain. Getting dressed. Showering. Getting two wiggly kids ready to actually leave the house before noon. Ugh. And the nursing? So constant. I felt like I never moved from the rocking chair.
But remember. You've done this before. It will pass. I promise.
andi from Poot and Cubby
oh. the list. i know it well. ;)
oh, hon. i wish i could help out. i remember. especially with jack born ONE WEEK BEFORE CHRISTMAS. it was totally overwhelming and caused me to burst into tears at least twice a day.
hang in.
Wish I lived closer--I'd totally take your kids and make you take a nap! Hang in there. It will get better soon...
I remember my first Christmas with a 2 year old and a 2-month old. I kept telling myself, it'll be easier next christmas. And it was. Hang in, babe. Soon, you'll be getting more sleep and most problems will feel infinitely more manageable.
Andi was right, this IS a perfect post! Congratulations!
I have felt this exact same way.
Wow this is a perfect post. It is just dawning on me how much my life is controlled by nursing and I am only on number 1.
I hope things have improved and you had a nice holiday!
if it makes you feel any better, i have 45lbs to go....
Here by way of Suburban Turmoil and this IS a perfect post! I hope you made it to the other side of the holidays by now and the pressure is off a bit. I look forward to reading more...
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With only four hours sleep, the smallest things overwhelm me.
I have to nurse the baby.
I have to find boxes to hold gifts that need to be wrapped and mailed to the in-laws. This requires a trip to the post office.
While at the post office, I have to buy postcard stamps and stick them onto 75 Christmas cards, probably while rocking the baby's stroller because he is most likely crying.
Before I go to the post office, I have to go to the bank because my husband has warned me the stamp machine, in 2007, doesn't take ATM cards.
I have to nurse the baby.
My son needs a stocking. It should be the same kind as the ones we made for ourselves last year. Since the others are handmade, we have to make his as well. I have to find and make this stocking.
I have to nurse the baby.
We need to get pictures of the kids with Santa. This requires dressing them up and schlepping them to the mall. I haven't yet gotten a double stroller so this also requires hauling both strollers out of the car and maneuvering them through a crowded mall and then a very long line.
I have to nurse the baby.
I have to find a babysitter so we can go to a party Friday night. Then I have to pay the babysitter with money I feel guilty for spending.
I have to try to find time to nap or else I will literally snap in two.
I have to nurse the baby.
After that, I have to try to go to the gym because I have 35 pounds to lose. I have to wear the same two outfits all the time because they're the only clothes that fit. I'm having a hard time looking at myself in the mirror.
On top of it all, I have to find a job.
I have to nurse the baby.
I have to nurse the baby.
Scrooged (not. coping)
I have to nurse the baby.
I have to find boxes to hold gifts that need to be wrapped and mailed to the in-laws. This requires a trip to the post office.
While at the post office, I have to buy postcard stamps and stick them onto 75 Christmas cards, probably while rocking the baby's stroller because he is most likely crying.
Before I go to the post office, I have to go to the bank because my husband has warned me the stamp machine, in 2007, doesn't take ATM cards.
I have to nurse the baby.
My son needs a stocking. It should be the same kind as the ones we made for ourselves last year. Since the others are handmade, we have to make his as well. I have to find and make this stocking.
I have to nurse the baby.
We need to get pictures of the kids with Santa. This requires dressing them up and schlepping them to the mall. I haven't yet gotten a double stroller so this also requires hauling both strollers out of the car and maneuvering them through a crowded mall and then a very long line.
I have to nurse the baby.
I have to find a babysitter so we can go to a party Friday night. Then I have to pay the babysitter with money I feel guilty for spending.
I have to try to find time to nap or else I will literally snap in two.
I have to nurse the baby.
After that, I have to try to go to the gym because I have 35 pounds to lose. I have to wear the same two outfits all the time because they're the only clothes that fit. I'm having a hard time looking at myself in the mirror.
On top of it all, I have to find a job.
I have to nurse the baby.
I have to nurse the baby.