I’ve been solo-parenting for a couple of days, while the husband is away on a work trip. (Lucky him, he gets a hotel room all to himself. No chance in the baby waking him up. I’m a
lot little jealous.)
I had high hopes for our weekend. The baby and I would play all weekend. He would nap and then we could play more. High hopes.
Friday night he woke at 12:30, 2, 4:30 and 6:30. I then went out and ran 10 miles (while my mom watched him.) He didn’t want to nap, unless it was in my lap, and he was a little congested. I attributed the congestion to teeth because he had 3 coming in at once. Saturday evening, we went back over to my mom’s so he could get more of his energy out. He rolled and rolled and rolled, and talked and talked and talked. He had a great time. And right before his bedtime, he stopped. There was no slowing down – just super awake to “I’m done.” So we went home.
I fell up our stairs while carrying the baby. My mom instinct kicked in quickly, and I held him so tight and took the fall, nailing my shoulder and knee on the steps. I blame exhaustion. Needless to say, once I got him fed and into bed, I didn’t argue with anyone (my mom) who told me to take a hot bath. (It helped a little.) That was the first bath (not a shower) since before the baby was born last August. It was nice. Sad that it took a fall to make me take that time for myself.
The baby only woke once in the middle of the night Saturday. So we were a little more rested (though still very sore) on Sunday. He fought naps, though, and I realized Sunday morning that his congestion was more cold-related. Oh, and we discovered a fourth tooth coming in. People. This isn’t normal.
In between all of this, I was still trying to fight our laundry battle and do a little bit of cleaning before we have a housekeeper come today. (I have to remove the clutter if she’s going to be able to clean!) I finally gave up last night at 10:30 and went to bed.
This morning, I woke up with the early signs of a cold. Sore throat, congestion. Not good the week before my half marathon.
This wasn’t the weekend I had hoped for. And I can’t wait for the husband to come home. I know he can’t wait to be home too because he misses our little guy.
If you could send some get well vibes our way, I think the whole house could use them. Thanks. 🙂