Against the will of my own, my first day of corporate freedom began at 4:55...IN THE MORNING! Yes, since I am now the "stay-at-home-mom", Kyle has deemed it my full responsibility to deal with Smalls and his before-the-sun-rises yelps. Alright, I can kind of see where this is fair...IF I HAD THE ABILITY TO NAP IN THE AFTERNOON! But no...no naps for me. Oh, you're asking me why? Here is why:
- I have an 8 1/2 month old son who is completely mobile, likes to stick anything he can get his hands on into his mouth (yes, even dust bunnies), eats every 3-3 1/2 hours, cries if he is not within 3 feet of me, and whimpers for me to hold him when he starts getting tired. Oh, and it's not like you can just lay this man down when the signs of "need a nap" begin to show themselves. You have to wait until he has yawned at least twice and is rubbing his eyes. If you lay him down before either of those, you're only fighting a losing battle. Baby ALWAYS wins.
- When Broden goes down for a nap, that is my only chance to do anything that requires either the use of two hands or walking from one room to another faster than he can crawl. Or to perform nasty tasks in which you don't want little fingers involved in (more details to follow).
- ANGEL NEVER STOPS BARKING!