August 14, 2009
Just One of Those Weeks
This has been one of the craziest weeks of the year. Running around to doctor and dentist appointments (and dealing with incompetent receptionists). Filling out 4K paperwork. Grocery shopping. Bill paying. Cleaning the house. Laundry. (Oh, the laundry!) The death of my neighbor.
This morning, my dear friend Lori had a c-section. She went to the hospital at 5 a.m., her surgery was scheduled for 7 a.m. and now I am waiting patiently for the news. She decided not to know the gender, as this is her third child and she and her husband did find out with her son and daughter. I can’t wait to find out if Z & H have a new brother or sister.
Tomorrow we have a wedding to attend. My cousin is getting married. Huge Polish wedding. Polka dancing. Chicken soup with potatoes. Yum.
Sunday evening is my neighbor’s wake, and Monday morning is the funeral.
I feel like I’m witnessing the full circle of life; a birth, a wedding and a death. All in one week.
My day planner is packed with little notes and to-dos and appointments. With Dawson’s first day of 4K fast approaching, we’re trying to squeeze in as much quality time together as we can.
Doug and I have decided to take a trip to the Dells of the Eau Claire River next week. It’s been several years since I’ve been there. I think I was 12 the last time I went. With my parents of course.
It’s a beautiful park in Marathon County, about 45 minutes Northeast. I’d like to take some family pictures there, so I’ll be dragging the Canon and the tripod. Doug isn’t thrilled, he hates pictures, but I think it would be nice to have one last photo of our family of three.
Our first MOPS meeting is in three weeks. I’m on the steering team, co-chair of the Sunshine Committee. We have one last team meeting on the 25th to get ready for our club meeting. I can’t believe our summer break is almost over. I’m glad to get back into the swing of things, however. I miss my friends. We’ve all been so busy this summer.
Monday evening is Moms’ Night Out. I’m very excited to get out of the house, if only for one evening. I feel like I’ve been trapped in wife-and-mom mode. I need time out to talk about anything other than school and laundry and which Transformers cartoon we should watch next.
I’m now 30 weeks pregnant, (and my baby weighs as much as a cabbage…who knew?). Ten weeks to go. It still feels like an eternity, but I also feel like the birth of this baby is sneaking up on me. I know that makes little sense, but if you were in my head right now, you would understand completely.
The other day Doug and I were talking about some invitations we’ve received for events happening in October and November. It suddenly dawned on me that we may have to decline several due to the fact that I’ll be nursing and it’s very hard for me to leave my babies. (I didn’t leave Dawson with a babysitter, other than our daycare person, until he was almost six months old, and that’s only because Doug insisted on taking me to dinner for my birthday.)
I had a bit of a panic attack, because I realized I’m starting over again. Dawson is almost five years old. He was potty trained at age 3, I haven’t had to change a diaper in two years (still wiping a butt, though). My son is capable of feeding himself, dressing himself, bathing himself (still have to wash his hair, however) and he knows how to pick up his toys when he’s done playing with them. Okay, I do have to ask him a few times, but he does it.
In ten short weeks I will be at the beck and call of a tiny, helpless baby, one who depends on me for nourishment, clothing and comfort. I’ve wanted another child for so long, and I’m so grateful that my wish has finally come true. I just think I’m finally facing the reality that life will be changing once again. I’m slowing wrapping my head around that fact.
Yesterday I dragged a huge Rubbermaid tote of baby clothes out of the closet and started sorting through them. I made piles by size and did several loads of laundry. As I was folding the onesies, sleepers and adorable outfits that Dawson once wore, memories of his baby days came flooding back. I can’t believe how quickly five years has passed. What happened to that little one, the Doodlebug, who fit in the crook of my arm and looked up at me so adoringly? Now I’m lucky to get a hug without asking for one. My “baby” is growing up too fast. I don’t think I like it.
I want to write about our traumatic immunization experience from Wednesday, and I have a few other happenings I think are blog worthy. It’s just a matter of getting organized around here. So much to do, so little time.
Thank goodness it’s Friday. Here’s hoping the weekend isn’t chaotic. I’m praying next week is less insane.
Posted by Dana @ 10:59 AM • Babies,Bedlam,Kids These Days,Pregnancy,School Days,The Doodlebug,The Hubs,The Mommy Files
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August 18th, 2009 at 10:34 AM, mrs. chicken Says:
It isn’t easy to “start over.” The Poo was almost four when we had The Babyman, and having a newborn again … it was a reality check! But it gets easier, and you will remember how. It’s like riding a bike.
.-= mrs. chicken´s last blog ..Non Sequiturs =-.