Whine, Flu, Ew

Sometimes I feel so deeply conflicted I'm stunned into utter immobility.  Call it a major case of the inertias if you will. 

I long for Noah's nap-time with every fiber of my being, just so that I can breathe or shit without my personal toilet-paper-assistant, or do a load of laundry, or make a phone call or read an email or write.  Ohmygawd ... writing.  Wha....? And on the rare occasion it seems these days that he does take a nap spanning any substantial amount of time, I find myself aimlessly wandering from room to room surveying what I need to do but unable to make myself plunge into the depths of a writing assignment, the laundry basket or even a nap or the Metro section of the day's paper.  I hate being interrupted mid-thought and I don't like starting what I can't finish and when I know a task will end up unfinished, I'm rather loathe to start in the first place.  As this mental workout occurs over and over I end up feeling a bit depressed and upset with myself for a variety of reasons because NOTHING. IS. GETTING. DONE.

(And the baby is awake, after 48 minutes of NOT LONG ENOUGH GODDAMMIT. FUCKERS!)

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...Hours, maybe even days later now ....I continue...

I realize that this is just a shift in his schedule and as he grows there will be many.  I know I have to shuffle my day around but it seems like once I find a good way of getting things done and I fall into routine, the rug is pulled out from under me and I'm thrown a major twist. 

It is also largely possible that it has now been one week where I had a bout of solo-parenting, a baby with a stomach flu, a stomach flu just for myself, a bout of solo-parenting WHILE having the stomach flu and taking care of a child with above said stomach flu (GAH.) and then instead of a day of lounging, hydrating and restful recovery I thought my time would be much better spent (yeah, right!) taking care of the husband who had just returned from a business trip, during which, HE came down with above referenced stomach flu. 

I wouldn't be maintaining my integrity to this blog if I neglected to mention and describe the moment at which the flu hit Marc.  I will not be more graphic than necessary, suffice to say, he was about to board a plane home from Denver and had to detour to the terminal bathroom first.  But, that wasn't all.  He became rather intimate, in ways that no one ever wants to become intimate with the airplane bathroom.  Six times.  Poor guy. 

Thanks to all that is pure and holy, we are healthy again and preparing for some good old family vacation time for which I AM STILL NOT PACKED.  

Comments

[De in D.C.]

I'm digging the new look! Totally classy.

I hope you and Noah can figure out your naptime mojo soon. He's at that great stage where he's becoming more independent and trying to dominate his own schedule, yet is still young enough that he needs the scheduled downtime. And the whole not communicating well thing only makes it more frustrating.

[jodifur]

oh just have fun honey. Good old fashioned fun.