Friday, April 08, 2005
Damn good question!
My daughter has been inquiring as to the origin of various things lately, like "Where do buildings come from?" Why, people make them of course! Where do tools come from? Well, honey, people make those too! Then the best question yet: "How did people make tools without tools?" This was totally a "which came first, the chicken or the egg" question. I was pretty impressed! I told her to ask her dad. I'm better equipped to answer questions about where babies come from. At least the kid's using her noodle. That'll come in handy for Kindergarten!
Another damn good question is "when am I gonna get some damn sleep?" Oh, my. I'm waiting to start hallucinating any minute now. Instead, I'm just turning into a big bitch...or maybe that IS the hallucination. Naw...it's not. Doesn't hurt to try I guess. To be honest, I've been getting about seven hours a night, but it's not consecutive. According to the "experts", you need seven to eight CONSECUTIVE hours a night to be well rested. Those stiffs really know what they're talkin' about. And once again, that whole "nap when the baby naps" business is hooey. I've done it maybe twice in the past six weeks. Perhaps once I'm back to work, I can sneak in a nap or two per week. Don't tell my new boss they pawned me off on while I was gone. That might not set the right tone, if ya know what I mean.
The baby's doing well. The other morning, when I really wanted to jump out the window to end my exhaustion, I was changing his diaper and he had the wherewithal to give me a great big, full face toothless grin. Smart kid, that one. His cuteness bought him alot to extra-tired mom slack. Two more weeks of 24/7 baby, then it's back to work. Like most working moms, I'm already torn between the guilt of leaving my baby with relative strangers, and the thrill of being back in the grown-up world. Fortunately, my schedule affords me alot of flexibility (at my own discretion) so I can ease back into things. It takes some of the sting out of it anyway.
For now, I need to go make YET ANOTHER batch of soy-filled bottles. It's endless, I tell you! Endless!
My daughter has been inquiring as to the origin of various things lately, like "Where do buildings come from?" Why, people make them of course! Where do tools come from? Well, honey, people make those too! Then the best question yet: "How did people make tools without tools?" This was totally a "which came first, the chicken or the egg" question. I was pretty impressed! I told her to ask her dad. I'm better equipped to answer questions about where babies come from. At least the kid's using her noodle. That'll come in handy for Kindergarten!
Another damn good question is "when am I gonna get some damn sleep?" Oh, my. I'm waiting to start hallucinating any minute now. Instead, I'm just turning into a big bitch...or maybe that IS the hallucination. Naw...it's not. Doesn't hurt to try I guess. To be honest, I've been getting about seven hours a night, but it's not consecutive. According to the "experts", you need seven to eight CONSECUTIVE hours a night to be well rested. Those stiffs really know what they're talkin' about. And once again, that whole "nap when the baby naps" business is hooey. I've done it maybe twice in the past six weeks. Perhaps once I'm back to work, I can sneak in a nap or two per week. Don't tell my new boss they pawned me off on while I was gone. That might not set the right tone, if ya know what I mean.
The baby's doing well. The other morning, when I really wanted to jump out the window to end my exhaustion, I was changing his diaper and he had the wherewithal to give me a great big, full face toothless grin. Smart kid, that one. His cuteness bought him alot to extra-tired mom slack. Two more weeks of 24/7 baby, then it's back to work. Like most working moms, I'm already torn between the guilt of leaving my baby with relative strangers, and the thrill of being back in the grown-up world. Fortunately, my schedule affords me alot of flexibility (at my own discretion) so I can ease back into things. It takes some of the sting out of it anyway.
For now, I need to go make YET ANOTHER batch of soy-filled bottles. It's endless, I tell you! Endless!
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