We made the choice. We got the call. It’s the Mom and Pop and she starts next week.
They only have room for her on Thursdays and Fridays but I think the back-to-back is good and then on Wednesdays her Aunt Cindy comes over and teaches her stuff and makes forts and just loves her. Hopefully we get some more flexibility in time because then we can do the other school parent and baby class and meet more parents, peers, and pre-schools.
Same day we get the call…
It’s my first night away from AB
It was all average and frankly, perfectly fine.
I explained to her what was happening that afternoon and evening and who would wake her; who would put her down; what she’d do the next morning; and when I planned on coming back.
I will say I started to get panicked right when I was leaving for a small internal moment of crying, but that’s because Mare of Eastown fucked me up so badly in that first episode when the mom talks about how much she loves her baby and [SPOILER] then disappears and the baby is never really loved again.
Sorry.
Anyway…
Day Away from A…
I did hot yoga for the first time in two years, which was both groundbreaking and average at the same time. Like most first time-backs after a wipeout.
I got treats for hubs, and met family at Don Angie. Cocktails: spicy, salads: fluffy, lasagna: rosettey.
Low
I drank too much, didn’t bring enough mellow-tonin or magnesium and slept badly. The sleep where you’re just on the brink of buzzing with to-do lists and dreams of standing in front of crowds naked, while simultaneously allowing just enough of a crack of space in the foundation to doubt every choice you’re making when you’re up the next day.
High
I woke up and walked to get La Colombe. It was empty compared to the last time three years ago, where it was packed beyond comfort and a line around the block. I guess in some ways that’s low, but the sitting on a bench in a park in Chelsea, with the sunlight on my face, while I sipped a latte alone was a high so hard that I think it might have been the most emotionally exhaustive and expanding moment in this chapter.
That’s why I’m watching Below Deck as I write this.
Nap Merge
It’s time. With nursery and all.
2 to 1.
I’ve been dreading this because frankly, it works better for me. Even though everyone says it’s awesome, I’m not sure. I love writing in the morning for two hours. Sue me.
Anyway, she needs to be moving some of her morning nap time into the afternoon.
She currently sleeps from 930-1130ish and 2-4ish and I need to get her to about 1-4pm.
Maybe a 30 min around 10 or 1030 to get her through. Nursery said they’ll do that for her too. Some mornings it seems she can go until 10 or 1030 over 930. Will start on Sunday.
Random Thoughts & Little Victories
When saddened by the passing of the new abortion law in Texas, I was reminded that I do a $20 monthly donation to Planned Parenthood. I consider it a utility bill and in times of like this, that’s exactly what it is. A price on the utilities of our freedom.
It makes me feel like I’m helping do something— especially over time. If you’re wondering what to do, money to these sorts of non-profits is the best option and even if it’s $5, it's being used and in the right way.
Need period underwear. Thinking about thinx.
Finally got these. And by “got these,” I mean I put them in the amazon cart, did NOT press buy now, then proceeded to forget about it and then Eli reminded me and put it in the cart himself, then pressed buy now, so now they’re here.