Yesterday I was feeling almost back to normal so I got the idea in my head that I would bundle everyone up and we would go with Daddy when he went to the pharmacy.
I had a bit of cabin fever and knew a car ride would help me feel better.
So I got the toddler ready and turned to the newborn to get her ready... and then I remembered I needed to nurse her, and change her. Then I needed to find a blanket to wrap her up. Oh, and a hat, she needed a hat.
Then it was wait, I need to find that head thing for the car seat and then, crap, the straps on the car seat are too tight, how do I fix that?
Then the tears came.
Hers, not mine.
She wanted to nurse again then another diaper change and some spit up was thrown in to keep me on my toes.
My husband and Roo had given up on the car ride and started checking email and watching cartoons.
Finally, after an hour of all of this I had managed to get the baby in the car seat without tears (mine, not hers) and proceeded to rush everyone out of the house.
I felt triumphant and exhausted at the same time.
How easily we forget that it takes 10x longer to get anything done with a newborn.
#mykindofholiday = making it up as we go
6 days ago