My Plate is Full
When I was hired for my first teaching job, a couple of experienced teachers descended upon me and promptly taught me the most important phrase a teacher can have “sorry, I’d love to, but my plate is full.” And boy oh boy was it full. I certainly didn’t have time to coach the cheerleading squad. Can you even picture that?
These days my plate is full. I don’t know how it happened, but we are running hither and yon every morning and some afternoons. I’ve brought a lot of it on myself by insisting on two Body Pump classes a week and at least three days of cardio, but still! Wow, are we busy. This is all to the good since the more we are out and about, the less time I have to be driven crazy by a certain preschooler.
Yesterday I got a nice little respite from it all, complete with babysitter and fancy dinner out! The sitter looked a little worse for wear when we got home and said “He never stops talking.” Isn’t that my quote? I hope she’ll come back sometime.
We ended up seeing Burn After Reading, which was pretty funny in a “wtf????” way. We spent the first half of the movie trying to figure out what was going to happen and the second half of the movie trying to figure out how this could possibly be a movie plot. It was all good fun with a great cast and no preschooler, so what’s not to like? Tilda Swinton’s character made the Narnia ice queen look like a warm fuzzy Santa Claus. Brad Pitt plays an idiot almost too well, and George Clooney was a creepy pervert. It was extra fun for us since it was set in DC and we recognized some of the places.
Today we spent a good portion hanging out with our Dr. Saturn friends. I got back my pottery that I painted last week. I need to give up on my artistic aspirations. I never would have paid $25 for this piece of crap in a store. I guess I was paying for the experience, and I did have a lot of fun, but wowzers, do I suck at things like painting pottery.
The weaning has continued to go well. Erik hasn’t nursed in over a week, but he hasn’t forgotten about it. Yesterday he lifted up my shirt and started pinching and prodding things he shouldn’t be pinching and prodding. I was about to jump up and run away, but I was curious to see what he would do. He kept sniffing my nipple, but never tried to nurse. It was entertaining but also made me kind of sad. My baby! Where’s my baby!
We solved one problem, only to invite two more problems. We are now experiencing the typical toddler “don’t want to go to bed” problem that we’ve been avoiding for the past several months. The boob was a great pacifier, but now we have to read stories and sing songs and try to keep him still and in bed.
Also, I LOVE LOVE LOVE that he is sleeping through the night. For those of you who don’t have children or bad insomnia, you can’t even imagine the joy of getting a solid seven hours of sleep. We have a slight little glitch, though. Since he’s not waking up in middle of the night, we have to hope that we wake up and are alert enough to make him sit on the potty at least once before 5 am. He can go without peeing in middle of the night, but he often doesn’t. We have been putting him to bed in double training underwear and that absorbs it, but we’d prefer not to deal with that problem at all.
Motherhood is so glamorous. Where’s my hypothetical baby number two?