I. Am. Dead. Tired.
When people told me that the baby would be cranky after getting her 2 month shots, THEY WEREN’T KIDDING.
I was smart enough to take a vacation day yesterday, to get her off to the doctor for said shots. I did not cry whilst she received the shots, even though I hated hearing her scream. It was, after all, a necessity. But we got home, settled in, and she seemed fine the whole rest of the day.
And then the sun went down.
And Oh. My. God.
Someone switched my placid, happy baby girl with an evil, head-spinning baby. It’s like she became a high-level WoW raid boss in a matter of hours. I’m going with Halion, because he’s a big mean looking purple dragon, and I like purple.
So. 3 hours of sleep and one full workday later, here we are. It’s almost 10pm, and I am FINALLY sitting. She has been crying and fussing all evening, and HC has been sitting and rocking her all evening. Why is he holding her, you ask? Well it goes like this…
I washed the swing pad the moment I got home tonight. I made dinner…cleaned up dinner…fed the cats…unloaded the dishwasher…washed a load of laundry…got the pad back on the swing…HC put her in the swing and took dog out….and she spit up almost her entire bottle down the front of herself puddled in the swing pad and under her butt, requiring complete stripping and bathing of baby….AND the swing pad goes in the wash AGAIN, along with her slimy clothes…and I packed our lunches, which required chopping of veggies for mine because of COURSE I’m on Weight Watchers again and have to eat healthy [read: Futzing With Raw Veggies]….and I loaded the dishwasher with the dinner dishes because I can’t wash marinara pots with the bottles because they turn the bottles ORANGE…and I packed the diaper bag, and washed my hands so much that I think I’m shedding a snake skin….and I’ve used half a role of paper towels tonight….and I’m waiting for the swing pad to finish drying…and she’s STILL crying…and I had to wash another load of laundry because I spilled apple dumpling on my jammies last night (Don’t Ask)….
Are you tired yet? I still have to get a shower and sync my ipod. And somehow recharge my own batteries.
I have come to 2 realizations tonight. 1. HC should be nominated for Sainthood because he has spent the WHOLE EVENING trying to calm her down, and he doesn’t appear to want to gouge his ears out with a spork….
I’m almost out of dishwasher detergent.