I’m not quite sure where my week went, but I know it was busy. I’ve been working hard this week. I’ve even gotten out of the house once -- maybe twice. Go me!
Even though I keep the diaper bag packed and ready to go, it still takes so much effort to get ready. Each time I get home, I immediately replenish the bag so I won’t have to if I’m in a rush next time. But everything else still needs to be timed.
The best time to leave? Right after a feeding, of course. But I have to sometimes change the baby’s clothes, get myself ready, gather the diaper bag, baby, a blanket or two, my wallet and cell phone, and see what else I’m forgetting. Keys! Must have the car keys if we’re driving. Well, even if we’re walking because the seat and stroller are in the car.
So I have to balance all of this, get to the car, get it open, put everything down so I can strap the kid in. Oh, and I have to remember not to bash his head against the door frame. I haven’t done that yet, but since I manage to regularly hit my head, it’s probably only a matter of time before I conk his noggin.
And then, the strapping in commences. Oh my, how the child hates to be strapped in to his car seat. My normally bubbly, smiley boy turns into a screaming, crying hellion for a few minutes -- until we get moving. Must. Get. Moving. NOW. So I try to hurry, and fumble a lot because, Good Lord, the screams. You’d think I was boiling him in oil and dipping him in ketchup. Or something.
Once I get him strapped in, I have to rearrange all of our accessories so they don’t dump out the instant I open the car door. (Yes, that has happened, why do you ask?) And then I have to get my frazzled self into the car, get it started and GET MOVING. He does settle down fairly quickly once we’re on the road.
I think I once thought it couldn’t be that bad to get out of the house with a baby if you kept everything prepared. Hey, who listened to that and remembered it and decided to lay the SMACKDOWN? I realize I was young and stupid and had no idea. But do I have to be reminded of that every time I try to leave the house? Sheesh.
Oh, and my little angel? Is 10 weeks old today. Wow. This time is going by too fast. I wish I had the entire thing on video so I can play it over and over later. I want to remember how my heart melts each time that sweet little face looks up into mine and smiles. That makes all of it worthwhile, you know.