...and I'm sitting here. I don't want to clean or organize or cook anything. I want to sit on my ass. Correction, I want to sit on my ass and not feel guilty about it.
While Nathan is a much easier baby than Owen was, he's in no way an EASY baby. I can't leave him unattended in the swing or on a play mat for more than 5 minutes and usually his butt doesn't even hit the seat and he's starting to whine about it. Not to mention the guilt I feel about not getting to play one on one for hours on end with Owen like I used to. So all day I have one kid strapped to me as if I'm a kangaroo and the other at my feet saying "play with me momma" and in between I'm doing dishes, laundry and trying to keep the house in some sort of order. I'm not really complaining, I'm just trying to justify why I'm still sitting here on my ass. The real reason: if I move, Nate will for sure wake up in 10 minutes and the cycle will start all over. If I stay right next to him, he'll continue to sleep.
I'm just keeping the peace people, keeping the peace.
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