Well, we survived the first week of daycare and full-time, back-to-work-with-a-3-month-backlog Momma.
I think survived is probably the best terminology.
There was nothing pretty about it, and there were more tears, feelings of guilt, and baby cuddles with a side of Chardonnay then I’d really care to admit. There were also 8:30 bedtimes, a little bickering between the parents, and more then a few moments of wallowing in self-pity. MegaLottery winners that win it and spend it, I’m givin’ you the stink eye.
However, I’m a firm believer that these things get easier with time, and as we get more into a routine. If anything, the past 3 months has taught me that I’m really not stay-at-home mom material. I have nothing but respect for those of you that go that route- by the end, I was craving the schedule of my job, the adult interaction and complex problem-solving that it requires.
But, that doesn’t mean that it was a piece of cake to drop my baby off with a daycare provider that I’ve met 3 times, and spend 9 hours away from her wondering if she’s having a total meltdown, has her diaper been changed, or is she in the swing having a helluva good time?
So, we will put one foot in front of the other, pack our Vera Bradley lunch boxes (her’s with bottles, mine with rabbit food), and forge ahead into this new week. Because, as Grammy told me yesterday, ‘you’ve GOT to walk to take some of that fat off’.
OMG. Can’t handle it.
So we spent our weekend doing errands and stuff on Saturday, so Sunday could be low-key filled with a walk to Starbucks, some grilling and week meal preps. We spent a little time in the garden, weeding, clipping herbs, and planting the last few herbs from Lowe’s that were sooooo overwatered that they’ve been sitting outside for the week and are still damp…
Here are some pictures from our weekend! I hope that your’s was equally productive and relaxing!
Did I happen to mention the MASSIVE piss stain that we found when we pulled up the rug last weekend to make way for the living room makeover?! No? Hmmm… it must have been because I was so PISSED OFF! Which, after these last few months, I do know is better then being pissed on.
Anyway, Cruzan had been using the coffee table as his personal toilet- not because he wasn’t being let out at regular intervals, but because he was pissed that we brought a screaming, demanding, erratically moving baby into his house.
So, one day while we were doing tummy time on the floor, I started smelling gross things, only to find that the rug and floor had been completely ruined. We’ve managed to bleach the floor and kill all of the bacteria and smell, but this weekend we also had to stain and seal the repair work. We are still trying to find the right color for ’1960s Orange Hardwood’, but it looks so much better than before!
A little gift for the hubby! Periodic table magnets from Target- already being put to good use on our fridge!
And, Maddie’s new way to view the world! She loves to stand up and look around at everything!