Yesterday it occurred to me that changing the diapers of a screaming brat for a few months might actually be a welcome respite from doing front line support and being attacked by whiny adults for no goddamn reason. At least I can tell myself the screaming baby isn't just being an asshole.
There are not words for how stupid busy my days have been, and yet I cannot actually make progress on projects that matter, with the incessant piling on of stupid work. I look at the growing pile and become numb to it. The good news is, it will be over in less than a week, and all the projects shoveled to someone else along with the stupid work. I actually would have liked to work longer on the projects, but found that if I did not set a date, I just got more stupid work to pile on, and never time to do the project work. So! Wednesday is my last day! Then it's all someone else's problem. I am actually waaay more excited about this than I thought I would be when I set the date.
I can barely remember to breathe at times, and yesterday I spent my entire yoga class thinking about someone who had just laid into me for no reason. Totally not what yoga class is supposed to be for, right?
So work is not good. But it is nearly gone for a while.
At home, I have the most fantastic husband in the world to come home to. He keeps me sane, and I don't think he even knows he is doing it.
We moved the bed aside to make space for the Giant Baby Bed Thingy. Again, like the cat, how can such a tiny little critter take up so much space??? The past few nights she's been moving a whole bunch and I finally started getting what I assume to be contractions, but either they only happen at night, or I only notice them at night because I don't have time for them during the day. No, this doesn't mean anything is happening, or happening soon, it's just stuff. Could be stuff for several weeks.
We are just about squared away on "crap we need" with just a few more diapers needed. I think we'll be picking up the remainder this weekend at Tiny Tots in Campbell. Then we have to strip and wash all of them. And then? We wait...
4 comments:
What does it mean to "strip" diapers? I suppose i could google that but, meh, another stupid question from an asshole adult.
Sounds like you might be having Braxton Hicks contractions, which i'm sure you know allllll about already. I had them every once in a while with Saul and they felt like huge muscle contractions centered in my belly. BTW, nothing like the real thing, those are sooo much more fun. Wheee, i bet you're so looking forward to it. Go for the drugs, man, we are proof positive that you can have the most natural of natural childbirths and you still can get hit with all sorts of shit. So enjoy the bits you can. :D
cloth diapers need to be stripped to get oils and crap out of them, when they are new, or if they have stuff like fragrances and oils from bad detergents in them.
I've been trying to get my epidural for, like, the past month. GIMME THE HELL DRUGS! I have no desire for a "natural" childbirth experience.
"I would like a nice, powerful, mind altering substance. Preferable something that will make my unborn children grow gills"
So how do you strip a diaper?
Yeah for legal mind-altering substances!
Depending on how bad it is, it could just be hot water, or it could be something you add, like vinegar or even bleach
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