Well, I'm not quite as "on the ball" today
as I was yesterday, but it has been a nice day.
I got more sleep last night than I have been getting
(hooray for Baby J!)
and that helps so very much. And we have absolutely
been chilling out today. I feel bad that we aren't being
productive, but you know what, this is just how it is
right now. This is not the way it's going to be forever. I
feel like the kids are getting bored....and I probably need
to be giving them half days of school work pretty soon.
I just haven't wanted to deal with that myself yet.
But we are eating and we are just
stumbling through these early days.
(Women used to take it very easy after having a baby,
you know. Now they're back at work and taking the child
to daycare after a couple of weeks. My grandmother
always thought that was insane. She said when she
had her first baby, they were living with her in-laws
and her mother-in-law was a midwife. She
(the mother-in-law) delivered my grandmother's
first baby and took great care of the baby and the
mother for a long time. My grandmother said she wasn't
allowed to set foot on the floor for a month. I thought
this was crazy. "How did you go to the bathroom?" I asked,
thinking I'd found a crack in her story. But she said her
mother-in-law would pick her up and set her
on "the pot" (they didn't have indoor plumbing at
this point) whenever she had to go.
For a month?!?!
Mercy.
But my grandmother would also say that while her
daughters and granddaughters thought all this was
ridiculous, she was in her 90's and still had all
her "plumbing" and never had "female problems"
like many of them had. Maybe there's something
to it. But it felt so good to me to get up and walk
in the halls of the hospital after Baby J was born.)
A lady from church called yesterday wanting to know
if they need to bring meals or whatever since my MIL
is now gone. I told her we were fine. It's not like I am
incapable of doing things now. I bought a lot of easy foods
for the next week or so. We had spaghetti last night.
I have fish sticks in the freezer and macaroni and cheese
in the cabinet. We may not be having gourmet
experiences, but we're eating fine.
Nobody is going hungry here.
And we're really into wearing large white collars
when we eat (as you see in the above picture).
I sliced two pears this morning and we ate them
and the kids thought that was the greatest snack
in the world. And those were some
seriously good pears.
Tomorrow night is pizza and a movie.
It's all working out. I really am doing okay.
I do have people offering help, but I feel like I should
be beyond that. What is in such a need of being done
that I can't do it? Or that it can't wait?
Nothing that I've come across yet.
And I do have my lovely husband coming home
each night, being more helpful than he
has ever been before. That makes
a big difference.
And I'm certainly not going to say "Yes, bring us a meal!"
so that some other woman who has everything in her life
to deal with will have the added job of cooking for us.
We are fine.
It is true that by the end of the day, I am
SO TIRED,
but you know what?
I was tired at the end of most days before all this too.
I'm just tired these days without
the "doing things" part thrown into the mix.
Just tired for no reason.
We have been reading The Borrowers and I am
really enjoying that book. Lovely K is enjoying it.
Big E listens half-heartedly. Sweet T doesn't give a hoot
about it. I can see us reading
that whole collection.
Well, I need to get in the shower and at least have
that done for today. I have enjoyed being gross and staying
in my pajamas all day. I'm so very glad that no one has
popped in for a visit. I was doing hair and make up and
wearing decent clothes while my MIL was here.
Now I've just turned into Rosanne Barr.
Oh well.
My heart is heavy for the people of Haiti---isn't yours?
Lloyd Dobbler's cousin adopted a little girl from that
country. She's about five or six now. I keep thinking
of her every time I see these pictures on the news
and hear about all the death and destruction.
Life is fragile.
The only thing you can depend on
is the sovereign God of the universe.
This kind of thing makes me think of the "birth pains"
that are to start happening. Famines and earthquakes and
wars. Does anyone else think about this?
I hope you are having a lovely day, Dear Reader. Are things warming up in your neck of the woods? It seems to be warmer here, but I'm not venturing out today. I told you, I haven't even had a shower yet. I should go take care of that right now.
as I was yesterday, but it has been a nice day.
I got more sleep last night than I have been getting
(hooray for Baby J!)
and that helps so very much. And we have absolutelybeen chilling out today. I feel bad that we aren't being
productive, but you know what, this is just how it is
right now. This is not the way it's going to be forever. I
feel like the kids are getting bored....and I probably need
to be giving them half days of school work pretty soon.
I just haven't wanted to deal with that myself yet.
But we are eating and we are just
stumbling through these early days.
(Women used to take it very easy after having a baby,you know. Now they're back at work and taking the child
to daycare after a couple of weeks. My grandmother
always thought that was insane. She said when she
had her first baby, they were living with her in-laws
and her mother-in-law was a midwife. She
(the mother-in-law) delivered my grandmother's
first baby and took great care of the baby and the
mother for a long time. My grandmother said she wasn't
allowed to set foot on the floor for a month. I thought
this was crazy. "How did you go to the bathroom?" I asked,
thinking I'd found a crack in her story. But she said her
mother-in-law would pick her up and set her
on "the pot" (they didn't have indoor plumbing at
this point) whenever she had to go.
For a month?!?!
Mercy.
But my grandmother would also say that while her
daughters and granddaughters thought all this was
ridiculous, she was in her 90's and still had all
her "plumbing" and never had "female problems"
like many of them had. Maybe there's something
to it. But it felt so good to me to get up and walk
in the halls of the hospital after Baby J was born.)
A lady from church called yesterday wanting to know
if they need to bring meals or whatever since my MIL
is now gone. I told her we were fine. It's not like I am
incapable of doing things now. I bought a lot of easy foods
for the next week or so. We had spaghetti last night.
I have fish sticks in the freezer and macaroni and cheese
in the cabinet. We may not be having gourmet
experiences, but we're eating fine.
Nobody is going hungry here.
And we're really into wearing large white collarswhen we eat (as you see in the above picture).
I sliced two pears this morning and we ate them
and the kids thought that was the greatest snack
in the world. And those were some
seriously good pears.
Tomorrow night is pizza and a movie.
It's all working out. I really am doing okay.
I do have people offering help, but I feel like I should
be beyond that. What is in such a need of being done
that I can't do it? Or that it can't wait?
Nothing that I've come across yet.
And I do have my lovely husband coming home
each night, being more helpful than he
has ever been before. That makes
a big difference.
And I'm certainly not going to say "Yes, bring us a meal!"
so that some other woman who has everything in her life
to deal with will have the added job of cooking for us.
We are fine.
It is true that by the end of the day, I am
SO TIRED,
but you know what?
I was tired at the end of most days before all this too.
I'm just tired these days without
the "doing things" part thrown into the mix.
Just tired for no reason.
We have been reading The Borrowers and I am
really enjoying that book. Lovely K is enjoying it.
Big E listens half-heartedly. Sweet T doesn't give a hoot
about it. I can see us reading
that whole collection.
Well, I need to get in the shower and at least have
that done for today. I have enjoyed being gross and staying
in my pajamas all day. I'm so very glad that no one has
popped in for a visit. I was doing hair and make up and
wearing decent clothes while my MIL was here.
Now I've just turned into Rosanne Barr.
Oh well.
My heart is heavy for the people of Haiti---isn't yours?
Lloyd Dobbler's cousin adopted a little girl from that
country. She's about five or six now. I keep thinking
of her every time I see these pictures on the news
and hear about all the death and destruction.
Life is fragile.
The only thing you can depend on
is the sovereign God of the universe.
This kind of thing makes me think of the "birth pains"
that are to start happening. Famines and earthquakes and
wars. Does anyone else think about this?
I hope you are having a lovely day, Dear Reader. Are things warming up in your neck of the woods? It seems to be warmer here, but I'm not venturing out today. I told you, I haven't even had a shower yet. I should go take care of that right now.
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