Yesterday was Thanksgiving. The traditional time of the year to sit back and reflect on what you are thankful for in your life. Since I often reflect on the semi-charmed life that I seem to lead and give thanks for it, it took me a bit to find other things to be thankful for. It was about mid-dinner yesterday that I discovered multiple ancillary blessings I've received over my lifetime.
For instance, my ability to suck down a full plate of food in about 3 minutes. Thank you Catholic school meal system. All those days where I got less than 10 minutes to eat my lunch, after taking 20 minutes to obtain it, really paid off when my child started screaming for her own meal yesterday.
My ability to ascend a flight of stairs in less than 5 seconds. Thank you, 12 years of dance education, for making me limber enough to bolt up a crooked 18c. flight of stairs as if it were only one step (and not break my neck or fall on my fat rear-end).
My ability to operate in a somewhat semi-intelligent fashion on less than 5 hours of sleep and an overall 28 hr sleep deficit. Thank you, late-night college cram sessions, for prepping me on how to be a functioning zombie and for teaching me the miraculous value of espresso.
On a more serious note, I am extremely grateful for my healthy family, my healthy baby and my dear husband.
Happy post-Thanksgiving everyone!
11.26.2010
11.23.2010
Sleep when the baby sleeps...
I hear this phrase now almost as much as I heard "Wow, you don't even look pregnant!" even when I was 7 mo. along. Which of course was a big fat lie. Not a fib, but a blatant falsehood meant to make me feel "good" when I felt like a balloon. Placating hurts people.
My issue with sleep when the baby sleeps is that my daughter can pass out anywhere and anytime she pleases. (She doesn't but that's another post entirely) And in Never, Neverland, so could I. But then the dishes, the never ending laundry, the governmental paperwork to make my offspring "official", and my new reality of living as a newborn and not an adult would suffer entirely. We are not fortunate enough to have a maid nor a cook, and so "sleep when the baby sleeps" serves only to bug the crap out of me when I know it's well meaning.
"What good advice! And in spouting this nonsense to me you are, of course, simultaneously offering to come over and take care of all my chores while I sleep.... right?"
I imagine the reaction.."What did you just say?"
I laugh and shake my head, internally choking down the need to bitch slap the person. "I'm just teasing. I know I should."
Its even worse when the baby books that are meant to give me straight-forward, practical tips say it. They tell me to be a "Diva" and only worry about my personal hygiene and the baby's needs. Well, maybe I'm high-maintenance but I NEED more than a shower and a clean bottom. I also need congenial company occasionally and that means a clean living room and clean clothes and a clean kitchen. Divas don't typically do dishes and vacuum so until I see Mariah Carey's wide rear-end picking up a Swiffer, I think I'm gonna have to put the "Diva" title on stand-by.
Is my sleep deficiency showing yet?
My issue with sleep when the baby sleeps is that my daughter can pass out anywhere and anytime she pleases. (She doesn't but that's another post entirely) And in Never, Neverland, so could I. But then the dishes, the never ending laundry, the governmental paperwork to make my offspring "official", and my new reality of living as a newborn and not an adult would suffer entirely. We are not fortunate enough to have a maid nor a cook, and so "sleep when the baby sleeps" serves only to bug the crap out of me when I know it's well meaning.
"What good advice! And in spouting this nonsense to me you are, of course, simultaneously offering to come over and take care of all my chores while I sleep.... right?"
I imagine the reaction.."What did you just say?"
I laugh and shake my head, internally choking down the need to bitch slap the person. "I'm just teasing. I know I should."
Its even worse when the baby books that are meant to give me straight-forward, practical tips say it. They tell me to be a "Diva" and only worry about my personal hygiene and the baby's needs. Well, maybe I'm high-maintenance but I NEED more than a shower and a clean bottom. I also need congenial company occasionally and that means a clean living room and clean clothes and a clean kitchen. Divas don't typically do dishes and vacuum so until I see Mariah Carey's wide rear-end picking up a Swiffer, I think I'm gonna have to put the "Diva" title on stand-by.
Is my sleep deficiency showing yet?
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