Here it Comes
Every year when the weather dips below 70 degrees, the cats go bonkers. In one day they expel all of the energy stored up from a summer of trying to avoid movement in the Delta heat. Fortunately the sudden burst of energy runs its course quickly and they resume their positions on the freshly washed and folded clothes in our laundry baskets.
For us, the cold weather means cranking up the floor furnace and crossing our fingers that it will work properly this year - or at least keep us from freezing. This year I bought a carbon monoxide detector - not for my safety or The Husband's but we have a little one to think about now. I am going to be such the sucker. People trying to hawk their wares will see me coming for miles. How can one possibly get sick from carbon monoxide in a house as well ventilated as ours? You can see the ground through the cracks in the floor for chrissakes! Not to mention, we don't have much a roof left.
The Husband and I have gotten incredibly lazy. We keep Addy in bed for as long as possible. We're well beyond the six hours that some parents report. Oh no. Last night we were in bed for twelve hours except for the thirty second diaper change somewhere around 6:30 AM. We do pay for this during the day however because she no longer takes big naps - only a couple of cat naps. This would make it difficult to get things done except there are two of us. Take right now for example, I reached the end of my rope only a few moments ago when Addy made sounds that would make one believe that I was somehow boiling flesh off her body. Daddy time.
I'm not sure what I'm going to do once The Husband returns to work full time. I have images of gourmet meals but it will most likely be hotdogs and donuts nightly. I can always blame limited menu choices on the fact that our Whole Foods has not yet reopened. That will only play for so long. Whole Foods, oh how I miss your pristine produce and pretentious shoppers (myself included).
For us, the cold weather means cranking up the floor furnace and crossing our fingers that it will work properly this year - or at least keep us from freezing. This year I bought a carbon monoxide detector - not for my safety or The Husband's but we have a little one to think about now. I am going to be such the sucker. People trying to hawk their wares will see me coming for miles. How can one possibly get sick from carbon monoxide in a house as well ventilated as ours? You can see the ground through the cracks in the floor for chrissakes! Not to mention, we don't have much a roof left.
The Husband and I have gotten incredibly lazy. We keep Addy in bed for as long as possible. We're well beyond the six hours that some parents report. Oh no. Last night we were in bed for twelve hours except for the thirty second diaper change somewhere around 6:30 AM. We do pay for this during the day however because she no longer takes big naps - only a couple of cat naps. This would make it difficult to get things done except there are two of us. Take right now for example, I reached the end of my rope only a few moments ago when Addy made sounds that would make one believe that I was somehow boiling flesh off her body. Daddy time.
I'm not sure what I'm going to do once The Husband returns to work full time. I have images of gourmet meals but it will most likely be hotdogs and donuts nightly. I can always blame limited menu choices on the fact that our Whole Foods has not yet reopened. That will only play for so long. Whole Foods, oh how I miss your pristine produce and pretentious shoppers (myself included).
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I stay in bed with my baby for twelve-hour stretches too. Of course, with the feedings and diaper changes in between. She doesn't sleep much during the day either and is a holy crying terror sometimes in the evening. I've recently resorted to just giving her the breast. That quiets her down. No wonder I can never get anything done...
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