Two days after I post about how wonderful it is to be fully engaged in this motherhood deal and how I'm totally in my groove now! I find myself swamped and feeling behind on everything, overwhelmed and dreading that whiny sound Noah makes as he stands next to me when I sit at my desk, pulling on my leg saying something like "WAAaaaaaAAAAA! WaaAAAA! MamamamMaaaaMAaaaaa!" And I just want to crawl into a dark space behind the sofa and hide there until he falls asleep for five minutes and then tiptoe back out and finish ONE GODDAMNED EMAIL JESUS CHRIST.
I love that he gets more fun by the day. We play, I talk, he understands, we laugh and giggle and cuddle and it's all wonderful but then we have a few days in row when I need to fill out some tax forms, make calls for an upcoming vacation, make car rental reservations, make calls for a big furniture/crap donation pick up and you know, maybe, just maybe, take a fucking shit without the kid, the dog and cat sitting at my feet and assisting me in that matter that I fear will never be personal or private again until I'm collecting Social Security and by then, I'll be too old to wipe my own ass anyway.
It was a wee bit of a stressful day here, ya'll.
Your gift for letting me whine? CUTE baby toddler pictures! (Don't even get me started on THAT emotional roller coaster, he's a toddler now. WHAT?)
OMG. Bedroom is a MESS. Oh well. Quality time with the kiddo is more important. Right?
Sunday at the Dog Park, random unknown people and dog behind us. Please to ignore them.
Cuteness, caught off guard. Also, green eyes?
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