At the risk of sounding a little like a whiner, I’m posting anyway. I’ve been staying away from social media because I hate to be a complainer, but (aside from the holidays, which were lovely in themselves) this is real life, so I will keep it real.
Our little girl is due in just over 3 weeks now. Kind of hard to believe, because the weeks and months have passed so quickly. At the same time, though, the days seem to go by so slowly sometimes. Clara’s all kinds of two years old right now, and definitely has the attitude to go with it. No one seems to really believe me, because when she’s around other people, she acts pretty close to perfect. But when we’re at home alone, she is every bit of a two year old teenager – complete with grunts, no’s, exasperated sighs and rolling eyes. It’s kind of hilarious when I’m not in the middle of it, and unbelievably frustrating when I am.
Today is Joel’s first day of his last semester of law school. Mondays are rough – basically 9am-9pm by myself. Hard enough with a two year old teenager, but I am petrified of doing that by myself with her and a newborn. Thankfully, I think I’ll have a lot of help from family and friends that I can call in. I know that is going to be invaluable. Especially on Mondays. Now, the semester does seem like it’ll be better than I expected before – when he initially made his schedule, he was going to have night classes Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays. But he was able to switch some things around and now it’s just a really long day on Monday and mostly afternoons the other days, so he should be home by 6ish those nights.
I always dread the beginning of a new semester. I can never keep track of the schedule, and I am a creature of habit. I like routine. I like to plan. New semesters make it hard for me to plan. So I expect this week to be a little rough, as Clara and I both get used to not having Joel around as much… again. Speaking of which, it might have been a bad idea to take the toddler rail off her bed today before nap time. What was I thinking? I guess I’m just a glutton for punishment…but it needed to be done.
The baby’s room is finally cleared out of all the Christmas and waiting-to-go-to-the-attic boxes that have been in there for a while. Joel and his dad took care of that for me last week. It makes the room feel much more ready, even though there’s nothing done in there besides the furniture and a pad and sheet on the mattress. I’ve been working on curtains for her room for forever now… I saw this great pair of curtains on Pinterest and thought, that looks easy – hahahahaha. I just bought a pair of white curtain panels and have been struggling with drawing a chevron pattern on them for about 6 months now. Yesterday I decided that I’d just forego the chevron and dip dye them ombre-style, until I realized that they are 100% polyester and won’t take fabric dye. Thwarted yet again! My mom graciously said that she would do them when she comes after the baby is born. I am totally giving that project over to her.
I’ve also been sick with some crazy monster cold for about a month now, and I am so. over. it. I went to the doctor after coming down with it and he gave me absolutely nothing. Then last week, just when I was starting to feel a little better, they gave me the T-dap shot, and I started feeling worse again almost immediately. 6 days later, my arm is still sore, the injection site is still swollen and red, and I am still battling this cold and headache. Oh well, waaaahhh.
We spent a few days before Christmas with my family, which was lovely. Christmas Eve was with Joel’s family, also very nice. And Christmas day was quiet at home with just the three of us. That’s the first time that’s ever happened, and we had a lovely morning, complete with coffee, homemade blueberry muffins, and a few presents. Clara is a little distressed that there are no more presents to open now, and since we’ve taken down the Christmas decorations, she’s asked me every day what happened to the tree. I think she loves the Christmas season almost as much as I do.
I’ll leave you with this hilarious story from yesterday. I’ll preface by saying that we love our church, and the people who take care of the kids during services do a really fantastic job. Yesterday was just a fluke that ended up being really funny. We went to pick Clara up from the kids’ area, and apparently she had just gotten back from a trip to the bathroom. I don’t know where she got it, but she loves to go to the bathroom with other people and she really loves to sit there and talk to people. She did not get this from me. I’m not a go-to-the-bathroom-in-a-group type of girl. And I really don’t want to talk to anyone while I’m in there. Get in. Get out. That’s all. Clara though, is a social bathroom go-er. Anyway, the girl who was standing with Clara when we walked up had a clean diaper in her hand and said something about the bathroom and she needs a diaper and handed me the clean diaper. So as we walked away, I asked Joel to check to see if she needed it right now. To both of our surprise, she wasn’t wearing any diaper at all. We tried to go to the bathroom there to put one on her, but of course, we meet in a high school and rightly, there are not changing tables in the bathrooms. So we decided to go out to the car to do it. We got there, got her pants off, and discovered that while there was no diaper, there was poop. Oh yes. Poop. In her pants. With no diaper to catch it. So awesome. I don’t know whether that happened on the way to the car or not, but either way, just unfortunate. On a fluke, we just happened to have another pair of pants in the car, so she was able to be dressed for our brunch out with Joel’s parents. Nevermind that they were acid-washed, too-small jeans. Pants are pants in that situation. It wasn’t until I was on the phone relaying the story to my mom later, and cracking up, that I realized how hilarious the whole thing was. I hope you got a chuckle out of it too. 🙂