My coffee tastes a little funny today.  It’s sort of like water with coffee added to it, does that make sense?  Maybe it tastes like this everyday and I’m only noticing it today because I am so tired.

I’m about to put my S’Mores Pop Tarts into the toaster before I nurse Eli, that way I can eat and nurse at the same time.  After all of the crumbs I dropped on him when he was in my belly, he’s totally used to the crumbs now.

This morning, as I was putting Eli into the car seat to take Anna and Noah to school, Noah was watching and said “wow, Mom, Eli is growing so tall!  Good job feeding him,” he said as he patted my back.

It’s crazy, but that meant so much to me.

I’m still having nursing issues in that I’m still working on my supply.  Three feedings yesterday went like this: nurse, supplement, pump.  Every three hours.  Which is why if a neighbor were to stop by I would be like “oh, I only work here, I’m the cleaning lady, the people who live here are pigs.”  And I’d use an accent, too.

So, I finished my Pop Tarts over an hour ago, which means I finished nursing Eli and now he’s in the swing.  He doesn’t like the swing which is annoying because it’s like Disneyland in the living room but apparently he’s scared of roller coasters like his older brother, Noah.

By the way, about every five hours or so I put Eli in the swing to see if he’s changed his mind but alas, he never does.  One of these days …

I just rescued Eli out of the hell that is the swing.  When I picked him up I started kissing all over his face and wondered if he liked it.  I wonder what he would say if he could talk, probably something like “seriously, woman, COFFEE. BREATH.  and where is your boob?!”  I’m glad he can’t talk, because that would be freaky.

Today, I am leaving Eli twice.  Once to get my hair done and then Brian and I are going to go out to dinner.  Alone.  For the first time in 211 years.

I am excited.  But the thing is, in order for me to do all of that fun alone stuff, I have to clean my house because someone is coming over to care for my children and my house is DISGUSTING.  (even Brian says so, which says a lot coming from a guy who lived in a fraternity house and didn’t notice how disgusting it was.)  (I still have nightmares.)

So.  I need to go get cleaning as I was just able to put Eli in the vibrating seat, where when I turn on the vibration his body flies up in the air like “HOLYSHITOHMYGODEARTHQUAKE.”  and then he settles down and realizes AWESOME.

And now he just pooped again and he’s acting hungry.

Happy Mother’s Day, friends.  I hope it’s filled with poop and hunger and delicious kisses on your children’s cheeks.

And if your heart hurts this Mother’s Day … you are not alone.  I promise you.

eli

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