It has been three months since I last posted but it feels like it has been a lifetime. I planned on writing here last week but had every computer problem imaginable. I have finally resigned to writing on this 8-year-old Mac that is as slow as an 8-year-old Mac.
If I had posted last week I would have been peppier. I was in the la la land of everything going mostly fine. The lack of sleep was still very real but felt manageable. Our routine was mostly non-existant but there was still a comfort to the day. Today feels like I've landed in a whole new world and I can't seem to navigate my way through it. I'm not basing my frustration on just one day but rather a slow build up over time. But maybe I just have a case of the Mondays. It's funny how Monday is no good no matter what you do for a living.
Just stepped away to nurse and put Maybellene down for a nap. It's 2:42 and it's the first time I have been able to lay her down for longer than a few seconds today. I'm crossing my fingers that this nap can last at least an hour. As soon as I finished that sentence I saw on the monitor her arm fly up while she coughed and I held my breath and...are her eyes open?... phew, no, they are closed. This is my Monday.
I do not mean to come here to complain. I look at this face and I hear her trying so hard to talk to me and I don't care that I sleep in spurts that are anywhere from 1-3 hours. I hear the expression "The days are long but the years are short," and I repeat it like a mantra. One day she'll be 16 and she probably won't like me very much. I won't get her back until she's maybe in her twenties but by then she'll be so busy being a doctor that I won't get to see her very much but I will appreciate the huge home she she is going to purchase for her dad and I.
2:49... she's awake.
It's now the next day. I barely survived yesterday. I think we were in a growth spurt from hell but she slept much better last night and I feel refreshed and optimistic about today. And look, she's cute.
This picture was not taken today but several days ago. When I picked her up I realized her pajamas were filled with poop. That sweet face is very deceiving.
I'm dying to get in my studio. Making stuff was a huge part of my identity and I'm trying to figure out how to get that back. If I wasn't a stay at home mom I would probably be returning to work about now. This makes me feel anxious about getting back to my own form of work. Over the past three months I have dreamed up countless ideas but find that it's hard to get much accomplished in the little nap time spurts that I get. I have many maker friends who have children so I have hope that naps will get longer and free time will be a bit more abundant.
It's 7:57 am and I am feeling confident that we are going to have a good day today. Where's my coffee?
3 comments:
yay! A blog post! The most glorious thing my Feedly can see, when a friend updates their blog. Whoever said blogging was dead was wrong, it's just separating out the real bloggers from the online magazines that call themselves blogs. I got an email from livejournal the other day asking me to come back and invite my friends. I wonder if they are having a little resurgence. People want to read real things, with real people.
Ann, you rock. :)
With studio work, I can only imagine how tempting it would be to get back to work. Start small - bring some tiny sheets of paper upstairs and leave some watercolors on the coffee table. Doodle and have some fun - even if it is for two minutes. :) Don't put too much pressure on yourself!
I miss you, and can't wait to meet Maybe! I'm going to try to make it down this summer. :D
She is super cute and I love following your Instagram! I'm not even a kid person but she seems as cool as her mom and has nice outfits and a smart look in her eyes. Hope you'll manage to get into your studio work again soon!
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