It’s Friday! Thank the gods… because we’ve had a really bipolar week this week. Not, like emotionally. Just, in general. Here, let me explain it in an absurd amount of detail for you. Because I know your weekend plans include reading this blog post. Right? Right??? Hello?…
Okay here we go. Crosby and I had a great day on Monday. He was cute and sweet and did the perfect rotation of eat, burp, sleep, poop, repeat. His naps were long and chill enough that I was able to get SO much stuff done around the house. I cleaned, I made tons of calls and answered a bunch of emails. I finally got my sweaters out of storage and then I attempted to pack up my maternity clothes but let’s be honest I’ll be wearing a lot of that junk for the
next few months rest of my life. I also made a nice dinner and DESSERT. What?! We played and I showered him with kisses and the whole day was glorious and I was all, hey I got this mom thing down! Give me three more babies!
Then Tuesday came along and Crosby was all, I gave you Monday, today is MINE! And then he proceeded to scream all.day.long. We had plans to run errands and meet up with some mom/baby friends. But Crabbysby was not having any of it. Poor guy screamed nonstop, and I couldn’t figure out why. He even threw in a blowout and peed all over me, just to top it off. He cried, I cried, it was probably our hardest day yet.
Luckily I had happy hour plans with friends that night so I was able to pass the babe off to papa Casey and take a little sanity break. And drown my sorrows in a brewski. And have adult conversations! That didn’t revolve around breastmilk! It was lovely. Obviously though I’m a little rusty at HH because I didn’t realize until the next day that I had completely forgotten to pay my bill and left my credit card at the bar. That’s how fried my brain was. If you’re wondering, the ultimate walk of shame entails walking into a bar the next day, to pay your tab from the night before that only has ONE beer on it, with your baby in tow. Sheesh.
Moving on to Wednesday! I had a doctor appointment scheduled for that morning and I was having an anxiety attack, assuming that Crosby was going to be a total cry-fest the whole time. But he must have popped a Tylenol PM when I wasn’t looking because he slept through my entire appointment, plus a lunch date in the ‘burbs with papa. I kept thinking he was going to wake up at any moment… but he just kept sleeping. (Don’t worry I neurotically checked to make sure he was breathing every 3 seconds) So I took advantage and ran a few more errands. We were finally heading home and the little buddy was still snoozing so I thought I’d push my luck one last time and hit the drive-thru at Starbucks. Big mistake. As soon as I placed my order, he started crying. And of course there were 5 cars ahead of me. And of course there was no way to just duck out of this drive-thru line other than to wait for everyone in front of me. At one point I had my car in park and half of my body was in the backseat trying to comfort him. I think the people ahead of me must have ordered the most difficult and complex coffees ever because we were in that stupid line for what felt like 7 forevers. It reminded me of one time a bunch of years ago when Casey and I waited in the drive-thru at Taco John’s for 30 solid minutes. It was ridiculous, but you do what you gotta do for potato oles. ShyaknowhatImean? Anytaco, we raced home after Starbucks and after I finally calmed him down, the rest of the day was great. That night we went to the food carts for dinner and Crosby again slept the whole time. Which got me to thinking that maybe we just need to be out and about doing stuff all day in order for him to sleep/be chill. Cool with me, but could someone please buy us a second car and give me spending money to be able to go and do stuff everyday? That’d be great thanks.
On Thursday Crosby ate approximately every 10 minutes. Or so it seemed. I think our longest stretch between feedings was an hour and a half…. eeps! I felt like a human keg. I basically walked around all day without my shirt on, with a baby strapped to my boob. Remind me to show this post (and this paragraph in particular) to Crosby when he’s old enough to be thoroughly embarrassed by it. Love you Crosbybooboo!
Cut to today. Today has been lovely so far! My sweet little Crosby did crap in the baby tub, but he hasn’t really cried much so I’ll count my blessings. Or pick my battles. Whatever. He’s napping now so I’m furiously typing out this post while trying to eat lunch so please excuse any typos or run on sentences or words that I might have made up… Oh, you’re saying that happens in every post? Well thne, nevermind and we’ll move on to the next paragraph because blerg.
And that my friends, is our atrociously exciting week, in a nut shell. Now aren’t you glad you stopped by?
To send you off, here are a few pictures from our trip to the pumpkin patch and corn maze last weekend. (I took my last post about enjoying fall seriously.) It was so much fun! Even though I have no actual pictures of Crosby from the day. I had visions of getting a cute picture with him laying in a pile of pumpkins or whatever. But he was sleeping so peacefully in his Ergo, I didn’t dare wake him up. How do all the fancy mom instagrammers do it?