Where's the Baby Whisperer When You Need One?
I had my schedule down pat. Four year old in bed by 7 or 7:30pm. Baby falls asleep on the breast about 7:30 or 8pm. Then I'd have a good hour or so to make work phone calls. (I work from home.) Baby would wake up about half hour or so after I was done with my phone calls. Sometimes he'd even sleep longer.
That is, until he started teething. I should have known it was too good to last.
I've been itching to do a bit of crafting. I had decided tonight was the night. My daughter was accosted by her seasonal allergies so she went to dreamland without protest. All I needed was to get baby to sleep, make my work phone calls, and voila, me time!
The thing about my crafting is that if I go too long in between making stuff, I get antsy. I feel lost. Heck, I'm even less motivated to do housework (ha! I never feel motivated to do housework). I get bitchy even. I'm in the antsy but not quite bitchy stage. Time to make art, pronto! Thus I planned on painting my background papers for the Artistic Mother group I joined. I'm 3 weeks behind but here was my chance to catch up.
I think the baby knew that I had plans. He wouldn't go to sleep. If I put him down, he screamed his head off. If I picked him up, he squirmed and tried to jump out of my arms. Hubby wasn't going to be home for another 2 hours. I gave up trying to work. Eventually he wore himself out and fell asleep.
I tried to lay him down and bam! Wide awake and screaming again. By the time hubby arrived home, the baby was asleep but still in my arms. Hubby relieve me from baby duty, but guess what?
The entire episode wore me out. I was too tired to craft.
So I made a cup of tea and ate a caramel apple. It might not be crafty but it was a much needed zen moment.
An original DC Metro Moms post.
Nope, that's not my baby. Photo courtesy of bbaunach