September - And I'm Complaining

WARNING:  This post is just me complaining.  Don't say I didn't warn you.


Oh, hello, September.

Back in July, I thought, "Regardless of the personality of my baby, by September, I ought to have a pretty good grip on the whole baby situation."

Instead, I've never felt so inadequate.  Frustrated.  Clueless. Overwhelmed. But mostly just utterly exhausted.

Yesterday I attempted to make a nice dinner for Husband.  It was a disaster.  The never-fail mac and cheese was mushy.  The pork was dry.  And Carolyn cried the entire time I was trying to make it - in the swing, in the bouncy chair, in the sling, in my arms.  I cried, too.

I know in my head that it'll get better and easier with time.  Please let my body last long enough to see that day.


Something else awesome:  full blown yeast infection on the nipples.  Outstanding.


Success rate of rocking Carolyn to sleep in the La-Z-Boy = 50%
Success rate of rocking myself to sleep in the La-Z-Boy = 99%


The Tummy Toucher keeps calling and leaving messages on my phone.  She says she wants to know how the baby and I are doing.  Um, Tummy Toucher, I'm going to say this one more time:  one of the best things about not being at work is the fact that I don't have to talk to or see you everyday.  You are weird and highly disfunctional.  We are not friends.  Repeat.  Not friends.