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.
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.