This past two months has been tiring with all the business going on with my arm, but the past several weeks have been a nightmare of activity!!!
Tonight, I am sitting in the basement coloring in price tags so they’re the correct color for the upcoming consignment sale at which I plan to sell of a bunch of baby clothes that either got dumped here in May or else were Leah’s. So I spent last night sorting clothes and today Cindy came over and we re-sorted and tagged most of it. Since she’s left, I’ve gotten all but the 0-3 month clothes tagged and bagged. Which means as soon as I think I’m done, I’ll find stuff I missed.
This week we had a lot of appointments. Penny had 2 events at school plus a meeting with her AFS liaison, and I had 3 medical appointments for my arm. After my last orthopedist appointment on Thursday, I noticed Leah had developed some sort of rash around her mouth and wound up taking her to the doctor. Fortunately, she is fine and has nothing more than a bad cold. Unfortunately, she has shared the cold with her big sister, so now both girls are miserable and stuck in bed. Happily, on my own health front, I have completed physical therapy successfully (and made a new friend in the process!) and have been discharged from the orthopedist. I am allowed to lift up to 30 pounds and drive again (little did they know!). The risk of re-dislocating my elbow is slim to none. It would have to be another gross act of stupidity on my part. So that’s a huge relief to know, although I am not terribly graceful so it’s possible I could do something else idiotic at any moment!
All this week, The Chief has been taking a class up at Quantico. He has had to go in early, which means he has had to take the train, which means I’ve had to get up early to drive over there. I thought today would be the last day, but unfortunately for me, his regular driver will be on a much-deserved vacation until Wednesday, so Tuesday, which is Penny’s first day of school and Leah’s first day of school (I’ve signed her up for Toddlin’ Time, a local music and exercise Mommy N Me program here in town), I also have to squeeze in a ride to and from the train station.
Housekeeping, needless to say, has fallen by the wayside. I managed to get the rabbit cleaned out this week and I cleaned out the fridge. Other than that: nothing. Which means I have a lot of catching up I need to do.
Recently, a link to The Introvert's Corner appeared on a new friend’s Facebook page. I read over a lot of it, and really related to the idea that my energy comes from internally, meaning I need time to myself to recharge my batteries and be the best me I can be. Keeping up with my family has not afforded me much opportunity to do so! I admit, I am loving every minute of having Penny here, and I do think I’m going to feel a little bit (ok, a lot bit) lost come Tuesday when she boards the big yellow school bus and heads off to school. But I am looking forward to getting Leah back on a schedule that allows me to have an hour or two each day to myself. I am exhausted.
It’s funny, but all this has turned my thoughts towards family and expansion. I have 3 friends right now who are pregnant and expecting early next year. 2 of them already have young children at home, and 2 of their children are not much older than Leah is. And I’ll be honest, there is nothing in this world that could entice me right now to take on a newborn. I think, “My God, you must be crazy!” Leah is at a stage right now where she does not give a damn about toys or TV. There are 3 things in the world that make her happy: running through the house in her shoes, playing with buckets of water on the back porch, and taking walks around the neighborhood. Period. The idea that I could go back to getting up every 2 hours with a newborn and then have to chase around an extremely active toddler all day appeals to me not one bit.
Not to mention the fact that The Chief has been busily applying for jobs in the DC area and informed me that if he gets one, I’ll have to take him to the train every morning. Thus did I immediately think of Steve Martin in the movie Parenthood when he utters the phrase, “My whole life is have to”.
My neighbor Lisa and I were walking today with the kids and talking about how everyone is asking about the long weekend and who’s doing what, and how every day and every weekend is the exact same to us, and what would we even dream of doing with a 3 day weekend. I would check into a hotel on a beach, someplace warm and sunny. In the morning, I’d get up and have my nice continental breakfast, go change into a swimsuit and shorts, grab a book, sit by the water and pretend to read while I actually slept for about 3 hours, during which time someone else would clean up my living space. Then I’d get up and have a nice lunch somewhere nearby that I didn’t have to drive to, head back to my newly clean room and fall asleep for another 4 or 5 hours, get up, walk somewhere else for dinner, head down to the beach, call a friend or family member, and then go up and sleep some more. I would probably feel incredibly guilty the entire time, but I’d do it.
Anyway, I think all this fatigue and chasing and food in my hair and the actual work of parenting, which you don’t really believe in until your baby is here, has helped assuage some of my ongoing feelings of grief over our infertility. Or at least I no longer think “WHYYYYYYYYYYYY!?!?!?!” when I hear someone else is expecting. I think, “Sucker!” :-D But I would not trade either my toddler or my teen for all the tea in China. I love them both dearly.
So now I am going back up to the living room to finish sorting and tagging and then will hit the hay. Tomorrow is another weigh in and the farmers market and then I might just put The Chief in charge while I take a long nap. Have I always had this history of biting off more than I can chew, but managing to get it done anyway? Don’t answer that! :-D