Step #2

Hello all,

The baby... has teeth. Two little spots in the front on his lower jaw. "Like little pieces of rice", as one friend put it. I'm not ready. Not in the sense that I have no food for him, because boy do I, but in the sense that he's suppose to be my gummy-smile boy for at least another 2 months.

Cliche time:

They grow up to fast.

The Post-Game Highlights

So I went out a few weeks ago, and yes I had a great time. I ended up going home after 11:30pm and spent the next day enjoying my family and relaxing. The experience made me want to go out even more, so I intend to. Maybe not right away, but I will. Lucky hubby never got the chance to wake up every couple hours (I got home too soon), but next time...oh yes...next time.

Redemption

So my hubby is the best...EVER! He will be watching the baby tomorrow night, so mommy can feel like a woman again. I'm getting my hair done tonight, waxing, and toes and fingers will be painted. I will wear makeup and high heels. I will play music in my car, loudly, for a few minutes that is inappropriate for my son. I will have a few drinks, but not enough to intoxicate because I will be driving the birthday girl. It WILL be awesome.

Therefore, I will feel guilty the next day for leaving my son and having a good time.

Bad Mommy.

How do I get anything done?

I have to say that, in spite of being able to work from home and watch my adorable little boy, I still get next to nothing done during the day. Dom wants my full attention all day, but that's his job and he is very good at it. Plus I like to humor him. Then I'm trying to do work while he sleeps, which is only for a half hour at a time. So I either have one hand on the keyboard while I hold my son in the other, or I'm playing with him. No food, no bathroom breaks, no TV (OK alittle TV, but not much).

My hubby comes home from work early in the afternoon, and his crankiness is apparent every day. I take the opportunity to give him the baby, after he goes the bathroom, takes a shower, and plops on the couch. I then proceed to make dinner. We eat, I feed the baby, and then put him to bed. It is now 8pm, hubby is in bed by 9pm, 10 if something good is on TV. I sometimes like to stay up for an hour or two more because, lets face it, I don't get much time to myself during the day. Hubby says "Don't complain to me if your tired the next day." WHAT!!!!! I've been tired for 5 months! I haven't had a full nights sleep (over 4 hrs) in FIVE MONTHS! It doesn't matter if I go to bed or not, I'm still getting up every 2 and a half to 3 hours, while he sleeps though everything. Hubby says "I have to go to work". What the hell have I been doing? Having a party? Don't get me wrong, I love my son and being able to stay home with him has been a blessing, but COME ON!! To anyone who has ever had to do both, you know what I mean.

All I want is one, ONE night to do some work, maybe some laundry, organize the computer room, relax and sleep for whole 6 hours without having to tell him when to feed him, how its done, and not to put him in a sleeper until after he eats.

Red Hot

I wasn't dressed up as anything, just a wig.