Ahhhh – Just when I thought I had given up on the male species, just when I was ready to throw in the towel, you guys do something miraculous that blows my mind, a curve ball of some sort.
Last night I was absolutely exhausted and baby has started the fussy thing at around 6-7 p.m. No, we will not use the C word yet because that word is banned in my household. Anyway, I was wiped out by 9 o’clock and Emory looked at me and said ‘Just go to bed, you look really tired, I will handle EVERYTHING tonight’. What? Was I hearing this correctly? Was I on a bad episode of "Punked"? I went to brush my teeth and looked at myself in the mirror, and I was starting to understand why he was offering his blessed services. I looked like something from a scary movie that needed to be on one of those make over TV shows where they just show up at your house. Chessin, if you are reading this I need to make a hair appointment ASAP... I really should not be allowed in public! Emory completely took the lead and made me go lie down.
Earlier that day, I had a migraine coming on that I kept convincing myself that it would not progress - - mind over matter…mind over matter. He knew after weeks of trying to be a super mom, girlfriend needed a break. 7 hours of sleep felt like somebody just told me I won the lottery! I still am fighting with the headache this morning, but at least I have had more than 4 hours of sleep. It does make a huge difference. Moms, you know what I’m talking about.
Tyson gave Emory a beautiful performance; only woke up twice to feed and get a diaper change, went right back to sleep, and that was that. Now, was he putting on a horse and pony show or what, because when it’s just me and him, he likes to what I call party all night. It reminds me of that Eddie Murphy song ‘Party All the Time’ because he wants to play, swing, read books, walk around, and on and on. My point being, anything BUT sleep.
Ohhh – I get it! It’s a man thing. They are both men helping one another out, sort of teaming up (well, technically Tyson is a baby, but close enough). Good job Tyson! Either way, it worked out perfectly- mommy got to sleep, daddy got to sleep, and Tyson did a great job on getting his days and nights turned back around. Well, at least for now. The jury is still out on that one!
So, here we are, 7 o’clock in the morning, and Tyson is still sleeping like a little angel. When he wakes up, we will do our normal routine, coffee shop, maybe a trip to the grocery store, and back to play time. Whoever invented that swing, God bless you. It is the only way I get anything done. Next, I am attempting the sling thing. I have been scared to use it because I’m not sure how they breathe in those things. My girlfriends have reassured me that it is ok, and to try it out. I need a little support on that one. Anyone have any suggestions on which one to buy?
That’s as far as I can think at this moment (and you wonder why women need maternity leave for so long), so I will leave on that note. A very positive one, that starts my day knowing that today is going to be a great one. As always, make it a good one! Carmen
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