(parenting rollercoaster)
Yesterday I was riding high on the epic awesomeness of my parenting-fu: while home alone with Sam, I ran three loads of laundry and two loads of dishes, also hand-washed the pots and pans, re-organised several cabinets in the kitchen, stacked up the random boxes in the craft room to make a space for my new crafting table, got the new car to the shop to get checked out, made long phone calls to get the new car added to our insurance and get the loan refinanced, ate when I was hungry, napped when I was tired, read some fanfiction, and took a shower at exactly the time I needed to. I was BOSS. Parenting Win!!!
And then 7pm rolled around, Sam started yawning since that's his bedtime, and I hadn't eaten dinner yet but I figured once I put him down for the night I could get up and accomplish those little last-minute things (which is often how my weeknights work)... but Sam would not go to sleep. He was gassy, and lying on his back was apparently a big no-no, so from about 7pm to nearly 1am I had to hold him upright, sitting up in bed with him up against my chest, or he would go from dozing to screaming in about three seconds. Needless to say I did not get dinner, or fold the hang-dry laundry, or clean the humidifier, or anything else I had wanted to do afterwards. Parenting Fail.
So apparently my ability to get shit done depends entirely on Sam's benevolence in allowing me the free hands to do so.
And then 7pm rolled around, Sam started yawning since that's his bedtime, and I hadn't eaten dinner yet but I figured once I put him down for the night I could get up and accomplish those little last-minute things (which is often how my weeknights work)... but Sam would not go to sleep. He was gassy, and lying on his back was apparently a big no-no, so from about 7pm to nearly 1am I had to hold him upright, sitting up in bed with him up against my chest, or he would go from dozing to screaming in about three seconds. Needless to say I did not get dinner, or fold the hang-dry laundry, or clean the humidifier, or anything else I had wanted to do afterwards. Parenting Fail.
So apparently my ability to get shit done depends entirely on Sam's benevolence in allowing me the free hands to do so.