Today was day to yesterday’s night.
One exception to an otherwise great day: Cole woke mommy up at 5:00am. She got up, humoured him, played with him, got ready for work, and put him down for his first nap of the day at 7:00am.
He sometimes doesn’t even get up until nearly 9:00am.
So at 7:30am he wakes me up. I’m initially thinking (after looking at the clock), “awesome! I’m up for that coffee/breakfast thing I mentioned yesterday!” Uh, except no. I let him raise his voice a bit, thinking mommy would be to the rescue, and not knowing she had already left for work. Zombie-like, I rise to my feet, collect my protesting son, and walk downstairs. No mommy. Look outside at the driveway… no car. WTH? No car? AT 7:30am?
Then I spot her note, explaining why sleep time is off, and giving me very nice directions for finishing the laundry.
But wait… if that was his first nap… is my day’s game plan screwed?
Pretty much. I’m meant to play with him a bit, maybe read a book, and get him to his 1st nap (allegedly ending at more like 10:00-10:30), after which I can get mobile and do some stuff out of the house.
Instead, my relatively uneventful day went more like this:
7:45
Put Cole on his mat. Run to the kitchen to make some coffee and cereal. Cole protesting a bit. Must not be awake, needs more cuddle time to wake up.
8:00 – 9:00
Learned my lesson yesterday! Put baby monkey into a Mei Tei (Mai Tai? Mei Thai? ???) so that two hands would be free for coffee and cereal prep. Except the coffee turned out weak. No way in hell am I starting the day with no caffeine, so I put some “gourmet” instant coffee into my coffee. Yes, you read correctly. I added a cup of coffee (in powder form) to my existing cup of coffee! The way you’d add sugar or milk to a coffee *I* added MORE COFFEE!
Managed to finish off said coffee as well as some “Cookies and Cream” instant hot cereal. On a side note, sometimes people find out that I eat cereals like Quik, Count Chocula, or Chocolate Lucky Charms and ask, “what are you, 10 years old?” I don’t get it. It tastes good. It has nutritional value. It gets food in my belly. It doesn’t cost that much compared to some cereals out there. So who cares? Are you honestly judging people’s maturity level by the cereal they eat? What about their life choices? Sheesh.
9:00 – 10:00: Normal play time
Nothing eventful. Mat time. Exersaucer. Walking around. Tickles and giggles. Then as I’m carrying him around, I notice that he’s nodding off. “Awesome,” I think, “Nap Time!” (I could use a nap, too). Upstairst to yesterday’s magical formula, the sleep sheep and exercise ball. No luck. Wakeful. Onto the bed for a book (Don’t Let The Pigeon Drive The Bus. He loved it. Lots of giggles, even though some were over-tired giggles.
He’s asking for some “mem”, so into the mouth with it. He drinks a LOT. Drains a 6oz bottle in fact. But doesn’t seem upset that no more is forthcoming. And yet… No sleep.
Go to change his diaper and realize “crapola… he’s not only wetted his diaper, but also his shirt.” I’m a veteran with diapers (unlike my experience level with daycare) but I blew the mission. Piss all throughout his clothing. My bad. Change it up, get him some fresh duds.
10:00 – 11:00: Extended play time
Wouldn’t sleep. Back downstairs. Some jolly jumper. Some talking/music/flashing lights toys. Some man-to-man conversations about how to take advantage of Count Chocula sales when they’re on ($3.99 a box is the most you should pay, Cole!) Back upstairs for some more mem (heated up by this time). No sleep.
Sling him up in the Mei Tei again, walk around until he’s asleep, and then join him asleep in a La-Z-Boy recliner. Awesome. I will nap with him at least once a day, I think.
11:45-14:30
The trickiest part about getting ready to go out is being organized. I thought I was SOOOooo smart at first. Diaper bag, ready to go. Blanket, ready this time! Extra food, in the diaper bag. House dogproofed, dogs’ bladders relieved…
Bundle him up, bundle me up, realize: I don’t know where my wallet is. Not easy to buy snacks for my #GameAndGuac get together later without a wallet. Besides, I’m planning on hitting Future Shop and potentially buying something. Now, not generally a big deal, but I wanted to get everything underway before the little guy got upset. I almost succeeded. Located the wallet in yesterday’s outerwear, grabbed the other stuff, and we were mobile.
Pretty uneventful trip, really. Bought some stuff at grocery store (a few more compliments to our cutie and his eyes/smile), went to Future Shop, monkey was giggly in his stroller….
Loaded him up to go home, and he started wailing. Like, really wailing. I thought I had pinched a finger in a snap or something, but no, he was just protesting the car seat. “Fine, I thought, wail it out… I can’t do much other than what I’m doing; let’s get you home for some more mem.”
Wouldn’t cha know it. 2 minutes before arrival at home, he falls asleep. Wait it out parked on the side of the road.
Did I have a book or a DS ready? Nope. Still not yet. (dumbass… you didn’t learn THAT lesson).
2:45 – 3:45
After that, it was mainly jolly jumper, changed diapers, and goofing around until mommy came home.
Most importantly? No bottle mishaps!
I can’t lie and say I’ve got the “hang of it” just yet, but it was certainly an improvement over yesterday. The Medela bottles helped!
