So, somewhat as per my predictions, here’s how the day went. The details are excessive, and possibly only interesting if you can visualize me with Cole. But this is really more for my wife and Cole’s grandparents than anyone else, so read at your own peril:
Woke up at 8:30. Must wake up at 7:30 from now on. Here’s why: I’m incapable of making coffee and eating cereal by the time Cole is unhappy with his current activity (whatever that happens to be at the time.. mat, exersaucer, whatever). He gets unhappy that quickly. I thought to myself, “meh, he can sob a little bit while I eat. A guy’s gotta eat.” But that didn’t work out so well for me. I *did* manage to grab a bowl of cereal (ate with one hand at the counter, Cole in the other arm) but it wasn’t worth it. I’d rather wake up earlier and share breakfast with my wife.
Suffice it to say, from 8:30 – 9:00 I juggled Cole in one arm while trying to get my day started. He wasn’t uncooperative, but I knew he was in the mood to wander and look out the window, not to be on his mat or in some other independence-granting device.
But at 9:00 the shit hit the fan. Not literally. Thankfully.
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