Well…if I hadn’t switched to the beta version of Blogger today, thinking it was a good idea at the time (I was swayed by the promise of more options. I like my options like I like my shoes–the more the better) you would be seeing a picture of the baby swing that we bought this past week (can I just say BEST $100 I have EVER spent?!!!) but apparently in the new Beta version of this, you can’t post pictures…at least not yet anyway. So that’s why you’re not seeing a picture of the fabulous Ocean Cradle Swing thing that is my new best friend.
We originally had held off on the baby swing because I just wasn’t sure that it was something we would end up using. However? Once the Boy didn’t have his days and nights mixed up anymore and was sleeping for 4 to 5 hours at a stretch at night, (Trust me, I am totally aware of how lucky I am on this one) he stopped sleeping during the day for any stretch longer than about an hour at a time. Which wouldn’t be a problem at all, except that yeah, I’ve got other things I need to be doing around the house and I was about to be ready to drive myself to the psych ward because I was thisclose to going around the bend from not being able to get anything else done around the house. Those people who tell you to just let the house go and just sit and enjoy your baby and that the housework will wait? Well, they’re stronger people than I could ever be. I love the little tyrant who rules the roost, but honestly, if my kitchen floor is dirty and in serious need of being mopped, I have to succumb to the urge to clean it or I develop some seriously unattractive nervous tics and twitches until I can get it done (just imagine Dustin Hoffman’s Rain Man needing his daily Wapner fix and you’re pretty close).
The Swing (insert heavenly theme music here) has solved this problem and saved me from having to go on anti-anxiety meds strong enough to bring down a large moose. The Boy actually sleeps for THREE BLESSED HOURS AT A STRETCH (oh, wait, was I too excited about that?) in the swing at a time. Yesterday? I was able to mop the entire kitchen floor AND then? I DID THE DISHES. I know, not things you would normally get excited over, but really, it’s the little things that do it for me. I even had enough time left over before the Boy woke up to do a few ‘Me’ project related things as well. It is amazing what just a few tweaks and changes can do to make motherhood a little more enjoyable. After all, a happy well-adjusted (not medicated to the gills) mamma makes for a happy Boy.
Is it bad though, that I’ve figured out a way to prop up the Boy on a Boppy on my lap so he can nurse and I can type two-handed at the same time?
Kristen says:
good Lord, you are up and cleaning again already? I just started back and my child is 18 months old.
I’ve got a kitchen floor with your name written ALL over it…
August 19th, 2006 at 3:38 am