As my husband goes to pick up the daughter child and I have wee man down for a rest, I decide to try to be a good wife and do a few chores. It is Fathers Day after all. And he cleaned the living room, did laundry, and made the coffee this morning. Leaving me feeling unkind on his day. So I start the little things like getting bottles collected and washed. I get about this far when Aidan howls. And howls........and howls. It can be deafening. I do the now normal ritual of asking what his problem is and showing him I have not gone far from the playpen he is lounging in one room away. No luck. Still Mr. Pissy Pants. Scooping him up I assess the things I can do with one arm taken hostage by a young mancub. And after I finish this blog I will do these things.
Things I can do one handed:
-load bottled into the sanitizer and pop it in the microwave.
-beat the dog (or threaten with a shaken fist)
-make a pile of messy baby clothes that resembles 1/10 load of laundry in normal human size
-put in a hair clip to keep my bangs from dangling all stringy in my face and annoying me (a hot mess I am today)
-change the channel when music television puts on Nickleback *gag*
-clean up spilled formula
-pour a cup of coffee
-put away single items from the cluttered coffee table one trip at a time
Things I cannot do one handed:
-put hair in a ponytail
-pump breast milk ( hind sight being 20/20 I now realize why they invented that bar thingy that connects the two receptacles for the pumpy thingy. Should have bought that one. And I bet the gal that invented it is a bazzzillionair. Of course it would have been a woman, are you kidding me?)
-unload the bottles from the hot sanitizer thing. (hmmmm, two little latches didn't seem so hard to latch you'd think unlatching would be a sinch.)
-change my shirt after breast pump fiasko
Man I hope he goes back to sleep.
More fun to come later when we go live to the scale as I do the daunting deed of finally checking on my weight!! Stay tuned!