Pamela Faith

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• My Sweetie and I went to bed last night worried about Motormouth and his thoughts about dying. I wish my kids could live forever. I hate telling them the truth about death. I wanted to lie to him and say that he would never die, but he’s 11 now and I think he knows that nothing lives forever.
• I read somewhere on the internet that my breast milk could cure pink eye. I wonder if I could bottle it up and sell it cheaper than the medicated eye drops and build the add on to my house that I’ve been dreaming about.
• Do all older siblings try out the baby equipment? Princess, at age 9, has tried out the baby’s stroller, Close & Secure Sleeper, car seat, play mat gym (or whatever the things called), and the walker. I’m pretty sure she’s been in the swing, but would never admit to it.
• What’s the longest time a balloon has stayed floating with helium? Baby Molly’s balloon she got at the hospital 7 weeks ago is still like new.
• I took my children to get their pictures made (not sure if it was last week or the week before last), and I can’t believe the props. I refused to lay my daughter on the block to help make her rise up on her belly. What’s up with that? The photographer says the prop is soft. In my opinion, a baby weighing 12 pounds would not think it’s as soft as a 120 pound girl (she couldn’t have weighed more than that). She could mash it between her hands, but my baby didn’t mash it in at all when she was laid on it. I immediately picked her up and said that I was happy enough with her sitting up in a baby seat.
• Just when I think I have all the laundry washed, dried, and put away, my two older children start dragging in arm loads of dirty clothes from god only knows where. Why do they burst my happiness like that?
• The night before I was awaken by a knocking sound several times. I would get up and walk through the house to see who was at the door, but would find no one. I could only hear the knocking in my bedroom and that’s when I realized that our privacy fence had come loose and was banging against my bedroom wall. So annoying.
• Last night in order to eat something healthy I reverted back to my childhood and held my nose while chewing my food. I hate brussel sprouts, but the nutritional value is worth suffering through the near choking experience.  I want to set a good example for my kids that even though the food tastes like sh*t, you should do the right thing by your body. This has been really hard for me to do lately, because since having the baby my taste buds have went on the brink.  All meat stinks and tastes gross. Most green foods taste bad to me also. The only thing that taste good is cereal (which I am avoiding milk – the baby was having a hard time with this in my breast milk) and bananas. So since cereal isn’t as good without milk, I’ve been eating my fair share of bananas. Sweets tastes good too, but makes my belly hurt. I think it’s from going without it during my pregnancy.
• I’m thinking about a basketball career. I rarely miss the garbage can across the room when I’m changing the baby’s diapers. I could challenge others and win, I think.

Here are the things I’ve been able to do while being deprived of adequate amounts of sleep:

• Cook meals.        I’ve only burned the garlic bread that we had with our spaghetti last night. I remembered to turn the stove off for the most part and when I’ve left it on – I just make the excuse that I wanted to warm the house up because it’s so freaking cold.
• Give the baby a bath.       So far I’ve not forgot the baby was in the tub. Motormouth left our poodle (R.I.P. Rowdy) in the tub for about 3 hours until we started looking for him. The poor puppy was shivering, but never barked. I guess he thought it was normal to stay in the tub after the water was gone. He never got sick from this.
• Put clothes on.           Today I guess I was numb to the cold air floating around in the house. I got up and put shorts on. Don’t know why and I didn’t even care. Maybe a part of me was trying to use the cold to keep me awake.
• Homeschool.    I’m pretty sure the kids enjoyed our day of studying. We were real laid back. Instead of being in the school room at our desks, we pulled out the folding table and stayed in the living room. It’s like a birthday party without the cake and ice cream.
• Pumping some milk.   I wanted to pump some milk today and must have been dozing a bit, because I had pumped about 5 ounces without even realizing it. This will haunt me later for sure when I’m walking around with a wheel barrel hauling my boobs around because they are too full and heavy for my bra.
• Half way listen to what other people are saying around me. It’s pitiful but today it seems like everybody is talking like that character from Charlie Brown – wonk wonk — something like that. I’ve had to have things repeated to me several times today until everyone is sitting in another room away from me. They are treating me like I have the plague, but I can’t stay focused on what they are saying. I’m one step away from having everyone write down what they want me to know and I’ll add it to the lists I’ve been making (which I don’t know where it is right now). Friday is my 6 week postpartum checkup and I’m going to grocery shop while I’m out and about and I’m gonna need that list.

Earlier I tried to take a nap with the baby, who refuses to sleep when I try to. Like right now she’s sleeping like Rip Van Winkle. If I lay down to snooze, forget it, she’s up and wanting me to hold her. However I tried to pull a fast one on My Sweetie. The baby woke up (after about 10 minutes of sleeping) and My Sweetie came over to pick her up. I raised up out of the bed like I was getting up and I know he thought I was headed to the family room (which is where he started to go), when I quickly sneaked back into bed. It didn’t take a few seconds and he came back and said something snarky, but I was too sleepy to care. All I know is that she was in the bed with me and whining. I’m thinking about hiring a wet nurse for a couple of months days.

My house is a wreck and my body is rebelling. These first weeks with a new baby is truly something to cherish. It’s something I’ll never want to forget, especially when I’m contemplating baby #4. Yeah, I know. By the time we start planning for that baby, these hard times won’t seem so hard. It’s funny how time can trick you like that.

It’s currently 30 degrees outside and 31 degrees in my house, nah I’m just kidding about the temperature indoors. We have our central heat and air set on 74 degrees. We also have a small electric heater sitting right next to me. My sweetie and I are a stones throw from having a battle about the electricity bill. I’m prepared to turn off the satellite tv, the water, the garbage pickup, and live on pinto beans and fried potatoes. However, my sweetie doesn’t like my offer on saving money so that we can feel like we’re sitting in Honolulu, Hawaii. Can you believe he expects the kids and I to wear clothes? What’s the point of homeschooling and working from home if you can’t sit around in your night clothes all day?

Random Thoughts:

+ It’s sad that I’m holding my laptop in my lap just to stay warm.

+ Why do my socks keep twisting sideways and I have to stop what I’m doing and reposition them? I can’t stand walking and feeling the seam bump under my toes.

+ How can I love dogs and cats, but can’t stand for them to be on me or in my house? I love to pet the animals, but I don’t like the smell of animals. The dog next door (one of the many) I would like to tie his mouth shut. I’m so tired of the mutt chewing up and dragging stuff into my yard. That stupid dog makes us look like hoarders (I swear it’s not our garbage.). We have lost every pair of goggles we’ve ever bought for our pool because of this little devil.

+ I’m still missing some television shows that have been canceled. (me shedding tears) – Flashpoint, Eleventh Hour, Still Standing, Yes Dear, King of Queens, Rodney, Invasion, Jericho, and Close To Home – just to name a few. And no I don’t watch that much television.

+ It’s not fair that after giving birth you still have to experience pain. After carrying them for 10 months and squeezing the little people through your precious parts and losing your body physique, women should have a break. The back ache is something horrible. Every day it’s like waking up from a car wreck.

+ Cheers to my sweetie for helping me with my wifely and motherly duties, even though I try to avoid helping him with our business.