Today has been a pretty chaotic, crazy day. It started off good, Chickpea slept until 8:30, Alicia and baby Tyler came to visit us. It was wild to be around a 5-week-old; it’s amazing how much they change in one year. I remember hearing moms say they forget the early days, and I thought that would be IMPOSSIBLE to do, but here am I, doing it myself.

So 10:00 rolls around, Chick’s normal morning nap time, but I decide to delay until 10:30 because she slept in, and because she’s had no interest in this first nap for the past week. 10:30, and she’s in the crib. 10:45, and I hear a thump-thump-thump. I tell Alicia that it’s the first three pacis hitting the ground – her newfound hobby. Ten minutes later – thump-thump. The last two. She’s paci-less. I let her cry it out for 20 minutes, then go in there, deposit the pacis back in the crib and leave the room, quickly and quietly. Now it’s freak-out time. Long story short, she never took her morning nap. So she’s oh-so-fussy for two hours until her afternoon nap, which has now been moved up two hours. I put her back in the crib, and she’s out like a light.

Three hours of to-do list time. Don’t get me started about how little I got done because of Mr. Hewlett-Packard sitting here on my table.

Chick wakes up. Screaming. She’s acting like she’s in pain, and I can’t figure out why. Turns out during her nap she developed the Diaper Rash From Hell. She’s dunked in an Aveeno Oatmeal bath, which makes her happy for 15 minutes. Out of the bath, then some nakie time to air-dry. Pees on the carpet. I suddenly feel the need to lay down newspaper. Screams because it stings. Diaper back on, complete with an unpenetrable wall of diaper cream – which apparently hurts almost as much as the rash, going on the sound emanating from her mouth.

Kabob walks in. Sweet relief. 15 minutes to myself. 15 glorious minutes to respond to e-mail, to actually get on here and vent, to check my voice mail. And now it’s time for Tino’s Greek Cafe because a tiny little diaper rash comandeered dinner making time.

Sigh… I’m living for 8 p.m.

posted: 06 January 23
under: family