Did you have a Monday today? Oy, I had such a Monday! Poor Evie, she couldn’t seem to get enough sleep. There was slinging. Don’t be fooled. I’m not the kind of girl that slings for the joy of it. I sling when I must. And I try never to must. But it is also getting harder to put the girl in her usual haunts and walk away while she fusses. No sooner do I set her down than this sort of thing goes on:
And in case you are wondering, my floor didn’t look like that today. It was more like the indoor version of my garage.
Until later when Roo cleaned it because she has started getting MONEY for such things.
I gotta tell ya. The girl likes herself some money. Deep down I suspect she might even like to clean for the sake of cleaning. She hums. It’s cute. Have I mentioned that I’m really digging the age of six you guys? I enjoy Roo’s company and the way she shakes her head with me at the antics of her younger siblings. She’s so dang capable too. We’re finally getting to see the fruits of having older children in the house!!! (A hard earned privilege, believe you me.)
Part of the difficulty in getting back into the swing of things today was that I had three and a half days “off” the whole stay-at-home-mom thing while my family was here on Thursday and Friday and then Mr. S. was home for the rest of the weekend. Reentry is rough.
My mom, dad, and oldest sister arrived on Thursday early afternoon and left late morning on Saturday. On Thursday, I went to the grocery store with Evie and my sister while my parents stayed home with the kids and then we all had tacos and hung out for the rest of the night. On Friday, my dad stayed at the house and worked on some wiring issue we had (he wanted to), while Mr. S. worked and the rest of us went to one of the local metroparks. It was really an amazing place and we had a good time despite the fact that it was insanely hot and the air conditioning in the van is not working at all. My poor sister!
Like the genius that I am, I took them out during the hottest part of the day so my poor mother, who has had skin cancer (basil cell carcinoma, on her cheek, almost twenty years ago, treated with surgery not chemo — in case you wondered), was forced to push the stroller from shady spot to shady spot while the rest of us dilly dallied along the paths.
My family might never come back.
That reminds me. I need to vent and I know you all are the ones who will be really sympathetic, here. Or not. Here’s the story anyway. My parents had a gift certificate to The Cheesecake Factory which they decided to use when they visited because we have a Cheesecake Factory nearby (not to brag or anything, but we’re talking five minutes away). Well, we decided to get some take out and what kind of cheesecake do you think they came home with? Key Lime. I know I am being an ungrateful wretch here, but KEY LIME????? I seriously love cheesecake and cannot think of a single less cheesecake tasting cheesecake in all of creation. It probably doesn’t help that I am not a fan of key lime pie, does it?
In less than a week, Jack can climb into the top bunk without a ladder or chair or anything. He also learned to jump yesterday. It wasn’t until I had children that I realized that jumping is a learned skill. He is very proud of himself. These are his favorite shoes, by the way…
They are too small but I squeeze them on. No one else can get them on him. I’m not surprised, though. It takes a mother’s touch.
Hmmm, what else? What else can I chat about in this very random post with many short sentences?
We put up the full-sized crib for Evie in our room. We’re going to throw away the old crib/toddler bed, put Jack in a twin mattress that my parents brought with the top bunk, and put the old crib mattress into the new (to us) crib we got from my parents. Oh, it’s so depressing putting a full-sized crib into your master bedroom! They are space stealers, those darn baby cribs. Everything felt just right until it arrived and now the dresser is too close to the foot of the bed and there is furniture in front of all of the outlets and the vents are in the way and it is all wrong. All wrong, I say!
Last night we hadn’t messed with the toddler bed yet and Jack still went to bed in it. We are in an awkward co-sleeping stage with Evie (like there are non-awkward co-sleeping stages, haha!) and Mr. S. decided to throw that twin mattress onto the floor in Jack’s room and sleep on it himself. Today I thought about doing the final bed transition, but then I didn’t have the heart. Mr. S. needs his beauty sleep, ya’ll. Let the man have the twin bed on the floor of the toddler’s room for goodness sake!
When I got married, I never thought I’d be totally fine with my husband sleeping in other rooms. But then we had kids and I have to tell you, I’m cool with it. Yes, yes, yes, the default sleeping arrangement should be together, but it gets complicated when small child-sized bed hogs are involved.
Gosh I hate co-sleeping. If only I didn’t hate getting out of bed to nurse babies even more.
On a side note, for anyone co-sleeping in a queen-sized bed for the first time, I highly recommend being okay with your husband sleeping on the couch or guest room kind of frequently during the infant period. He’ll probably prefer that too so that he doesn’t have to fight for four inches of mattress every night while you take up five or six inches and the smallest child in the house hogs two thirds of the bed. I know it’s not romantic. I promise sleeping apart won’t kill your marriage or permanently damage your emotional connection to your spouse. Besides, take it from me *wink*, there are plenty of other places to have sex. Or get a king-sized bed.
I told Mr. S. that we WILL be getting a king-sized bed should God decide to bless us with more offspring.
Wow. Where did all of those tangents even come from?
It’s getting late. I should go to bed before any other crazy stuff comes out or I feel the need to proof read whatever it was I just said.