Some Days are Just Too Much

Wow. Summer is finally winding down and my 5 weekends straight of traveling are behind me (what a great few weeks! Did people say that life slows down when you have a baby? Hmm.... haven't seen that yet. More on my/our travels later).

Today's post, however, is pure, unadulterated BITCHING. WHINING. FEELING SORRY FOR MYSELF. It is one of those days.

L woke up at 8. Yes, 8 is a nice time for a normal baby to wake up, but not my kid. He sleeps until 10, leaving me time to get my coffee and breakfast and get at least a couple of hours of work in. Nope. The condo was hot as hell because of near record breaking temps yesterday, and we weren't home to have the A/C on so the place was a sauna for most of the day today. Then there was the condo showing this afternoon. Yes, this should be a good thing but after countless showings and no bites, we have pretty much lost hope that anything will happen until we take it off the market in the fall and make some small improvements. So even after I stuck L in the pack and play and put on a Yo Gabba Gabba episode from On Demand (yes, I am a bad mother, blah blah blah), I wasn't able to catch up on work because I was scurrying all over the house cleaning for the showing. Those of you who know me know that I am not a cleaning person, and cleaning makes me bitchy. ESPECIALLY cleaning in a hot condo without coffee, knowing that I didn't get jack done for work. I fed L and we hung out for a bit, which improved my mood slightly, and I was able to put him down for a morning nap after a bit of squawking on his part (my kid doesn't typically take a morning nap because the morning is basically over by the time he wakes up!) I was able to get some work done, including hopefully contacting a new group that will be signing up this week, so my mood was improved. G came home for lunch and also scurried around the house cleaning, and he was frustrated too ("What is the point of cleaning when we know that they won't put an offer in.") Good to know that the hot condo pisses everyone off, not just me. We got L and Snap out of the house into the car and then I drove around trying to beat the heat. The prospects showed which was good - I would have lost it if they didn't. L of course has not had an afternoon nap yet, so after the prospects left (I stalk most of my prospects by parking the car across the street and watching them), I get Snap and L and everything back in the still hot condo and try to tuck him in. Screaming for 30 minutes. OK, so much for the nap. I pick him up and wait for G to get home so I can go to the chiropractor. Yeah, I probably didn't mention that my back is having issues. One chiro diagnosed me as having a herniated disc, but then I went to another one who correctly diagnosed me with facet syndrome something or other, which is basically having to do with my muscles (yes, G, you properly diagnosed it, too). So, I run all over the house with L in tow trying to change and pack up and get ready for the appt and then I get L in the car and sit in the hot car waiting for G. This was a low point in my day because I got to reflect on how shitty the day was. We go to the appointment and then to CostCo. Things progress normally throughout the evening, G makes dinner, I give L a bath and then when we get to tuck in time IT happens. He refuses THE BOOB. It is actually perfect timing because I was going to wean him at his first birthday (which is in a week and 3 days! Holy Crap!), but seeing him wriggle and whine about the boob (we are supplementing formula for one feeding a day to get him weaned), was just the cherry on top of the crappy sundae that has been my day. And of course since I didn't get any work done, what usually is a nice Monday night without G after L goes to bed (this is the night where he plays music with two of his friends) has turned into work, work, work. I am usually able to watch crap television and read. So I did watch a little crap television and I drank a beer and now I am blogging before going back to work at almost 10pm.

I have these days every once in awhile - where L seems to totally not have any stability in his schedule (we are so not schedule people but 99% of the time L goes with the flow and lets us have this crazy life), where nothing is going right, where I don't get any time to work which then means no "me" time, and where I get discouraged. Typically, the day after these crappy days I am Polly Positive which I am sure leads G to believe that I need to go on meds. So, I will take a shower, try to work a little, maybe watch something on hulu, and wait for this day to end so I can wake up on the right side of the bed tomorrow.

G, thank you for knowing the perfect mix of staying silent, empathizing and getting riled up with me. I am "reflecting" right this moment, as you l0ve to say.

Good night all.