Milk, Bottles, Straws, and Cups
I’ve talked about this before. I will now for sure buy the honey cup with the straw. We use the Pura cup with interchangeable straws for development, but she’s not getting it, and she’s not getting enough water or milk for the dayand I’m stuck in a vicious cycle of my own impatience.
I know other other babies her age are drinking out of cup-like things and I see myself getting in her way and that is not good and me writing this now is putting me on notice to GTFU (grow the fuck up) and get it together for her.
AB is also obsessed with milk. I think she’s drinking more milk than eating. So I need to fix that too.
Perhaps with a bottle and a straw she doesn’t know how to drink out of…
Insomnia Part II
I’ve thought long and hard and late and long on why I can’t sleep.
It’s got so bad since my last newsletter that my skin crawled at the thought of being in the car and wearing a seatbelt. Something about constraint, or expectation of constraint. I missed my cousin’s birthday party because I couldn’t handle the idea of being in the car.
Really it all comes from the anxiety of not being at peak performance for AB the next day. Or in therp terms… not feeling good enough.
How boring.
So… my solves:
Insomnia Hacks
No naps
No coffee or caffeine after 12pm.
No sugar or chocolate after 6pm. There isn’t a depressed enough emoji for me to use to describe my feelings on this. However, I often loophole with such things as afternoon cookies.
A cocktail of three-five Melatonin gummies, with a touch of another kind of gummy.
Repeat: NO SUGAR AFTER 6PM. Wine included.
This is more serious than the time I almost stopped cracking my knuckles.
When it’s time for my nightly tradition of eat garbage and watch garbage, I think about being up from 12am-6am and it actually makes me stop in my tracks and turn away from the pantry door.
But it does not stop me from watching RHOBH.
Character Hack
If you ever want to revisit your own pettiness, and— self-reflect— may I suggest searching “screenshots” in your photos?
For example, I just discovered a text thread where I told someone I was excited to meet them and they in turn told me they’ve met me a million times, which made me really upset (then and now) since this is a quality I *strongly dislike* and cite as a perfectly good enough reason to *strongly dislike* someone else.
I discovered this while searching “babies.”
Instagram Hacks
If, like me, you don’t recognize half the names, you no longer have to be reminded of the people you actually don’t know (and find yourself offended by because of their strange, cool life) you will likely never find them again since you never cared enough to really ever know their name.
If, like me, you’ve completely redesigned your life, you can also make room for new, inspiring people more aligned on your path or are just more actively positive in life. Like Simone Biles and her hot football player boyfriend being extremely excellent at life, supporting each other, while both wearing pants.
If, like me, you choose to *NOW* follow only Housewives and Olympians (and judgment-free BFFS), you have absolutely zero FOMO.
Random Thoughts & Little Victories
Why do I feel like Clint Eastwood walking through the desert with a bullet in my leg when I go to the bathroom in the middle of the night?
I have been on vacation from my life since AB’s birthday / party almost a month ago, so if you’re wondering where I am, I wish there was an out-of-office message for iMessage.
I have finally eclipsed my content standards into responsible parenting windows since AB has a new-found enjoyment of watching the Sopranos, lounging in her tiny couch, dancing.
That wasn’t even rock bottom.
The next morning— yes, morning— I had 10 minutes of laundry I wanted to squeeze in with some Potomac (since my mellow-tonin cocktail doesn’t get me past the first commercial break) but AB was giggling and clapping at, Gizelle, who was artfully explaining she doesn’t want Ray dead, she just wants him to pay his bills.
*Shudder* Anyway, I won’t do that anymore.
I put children’s songs on the Sonos and she was dancing and clapping and actually having even more fun (duh, because why on God’s green earth would she ever want to watch RHOP (*because why wouldn’t she!!!!*).
I did yoga for the first time in three weeks because it was becoming physically painful for me to even just sit. Why do I push my body to feeling that way when it’s both easy and easier to not feel that way if I just commit?
Remember re-birth mantra: find ways to make life easier, not harder.