PITA: not just bread for hummus anymore


No, these days, I use that word to acronymically explain my son’s behavior. He is a Pain In The Ass, some days. Most nights during the week, I am very sad to see him rubbing his eyes, getting sleepy. “But we’ve only been together 2 hours today, little boy. Can’t you stay up and play just a little longer?” Ah, the plight of a working mother. But there are other days – mostly weekends – like yesterday when time passed a little something like this:

  • 7:40 AM – Elliot awakes, points his butt up into the air like he’s going to crawl, then flops back down and does that little “enh enh” noise, indicating full diaper and empty belly. Eats.
  • 8:00 AM – Elliot and I sit on couch watching Animal Planet (b/c I think that’s ok)
  • 8:30 am -Daddy wakes up and takes over on baby duty
  • 9:00 AM – Elliot is slightly cranky and takes a 20 min. nap on Daddy
  • 11:00 AM – Elliot feels tired again but would rather play than sleep. Eats peas.
  • 12:00 PM – Elliot still hungry, gets milk, burps, feels tired and naps briefly
  • 2:00 PM until 6 PM – Cranky on and off. He’s a bipolar little nutcase who is thrilled to be held one minute and kicky and frustrated the next. And he yells all the new vowels he’s learned.
  • 8:00 PM – We begin nighttime routine of washing hands and face, changing into PJs, feeding, singing, rocking.
  • 8:30 PM – Lay him down in crib, thumb finds mouth and he’s out like a light
  • 8:40 PM – Mommy breathes a sigh of relief and lays down in bed to watch a movie and enjoy life sans child for just a few moments.

I love him to death but there are times when I seriously need a break from his loud voice, his squirmy body that weighs a ton now. He doesn’t fuss for food as much anymore and rarely spits up. I guess by 7 months that stuff is pretty much gone. He can pull himself to sitting now in the papasan and in the stroller. I know he’s growing up and each new thing must be mind blowing for him. Being a mother is such a conflicted job; you want to spend time with your son and at the same time, being away from him can also be rewarding. Life is so strange that way.

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