Elliot had another bad Monday night (not as bad as last Monday) so today I found myself sleeping in, sleeping more, unmotivated to get up and do something, anything. I just forced myself to respond to my students’ drafts and god, it was hellish. I really do like the prospect of working from home – and I seek to find something consistent so that when we have our second child I may be able to stay home a couple years – but some days, I just want to watch TV. And I hate that because I never did like watching TV all that much.
October is slipping through my fingers like fine grains of sand. Much like I remember doing at the beach as a child, watching the tiny pieces of crushed glass mixed with shell fragments – the fossils of ages – fall to the ground and washed away by the surf. I haven’t yet finished decorating for my all-time favorite holiday and the pumpkin patch will be up soon and we haven’t made plans to take Elliot yet. Oh but we will because Lord knows how obsessive I am about Autumn and pumpkins and Halloween. My son will think I’m crazy soon as hes old enough, I know it.
In other postpartum news, I had my 6 week follow-up appointment yesterday and all has returned to normal. I’ve been given the go-ahead to resume”activities” as normal. Yeah, if Elliot will go to sleep at a reasonable time and I’m not a.) extremely exhausted or b.) covered in spit up milk from 5 hours prior which is beginning to smell a little. Try that for sexy. At least, however, I have begun taking the mini-pill. It’s safe for breastfeeding and almost as effective as the normal pill, just not as forgiving. You pretty much have to take it at the same time every day (or within 3 hours of that time) or you best be fumbling in the dark with that ever cumbersome condom. But oh, to even attempt to recapture how it once was prior to baby, is at least giving me some hope.
I’m already thinking I need another break, like when my mom was here. I got used to having more people around to pick him up and change him and just watch out for him that I sort of resent the baby when it’s just me. I know it’s not a good thing to think but there are some days when I just need 5 minutes of quiet and alone time. Sure, he’s in there sleeping quietly now but I am still on call.
Anyway, Happy October 9th everyone; only 22 days until Halloween – go get yer candy corns now. I know I am.
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This is the time of year that makes me really miss Erica. For the past few years we would spend an evening at E’s house carving pumpkins and sitting by the ginormous fire that she has in the back. Making smores and watch E getting drunk on Pumpkin ale 🙂 I have no idea what to do with myself this year. WE now live in a neighborhood where there must be a million kids. How can I afford that kind of candy? I went out and bought myself a fire bowl, I can pretend I am at E’s house. My kids are all a little disappointed this year as well… They loved going to E’s house and have decided to boycott Halloween this year, Of course I wont let that happen. Riley is going to be a Bumble bee and Chloe is tinker bell. I dont know that I will parade them through the neighborhood, but we can still hand out the candy corn….if I dont eat them first 🙂
Oh yeah… I totally love the candy pumpkins better.
Yeah I have a penchant for those little candy pumpkins too. Elliot is going to wear a cute footie outfit from Target that says “Mommy’s little pumpkin”. I already have a real pumpkin costume purchased for next year too.
I miss the parties we used to throw this time of year because it was cooler at night. People would come and drink around the firepit and we’d do some night rock climbing (we have a wall in the yard) and the evening would end with everyone happy. Seems like those days are behind me, for now anyway.
Riley was a plush, plump pumpkin last year. I cant wait to see him as a bumble bee… I think I may have to make him a little stinger though 🙂
I wouldnt say that you cant celebrate like you used to… just invite your friends (close ones) and keep it super simple. Start small this year and then next year when he is running all over the place… it will be a little easier… That is part of the reason we liked going to Erica’s, she kept it child friendly, but it was still focused on the adults having a good time.