All I wanted to do was make dinner. A dinner that the four of us would sit down and eat. That’s all. Not too much to ask for. And it wasn’t even a complicated dinner at that. Just a spanish omelet.
Crap. There she is again…
Needless to say the girls, both of them, didn’t let me make dinner.
Ashlin just woudn’t settle for Stu, only me. Those damn teeth aren’t through yet. She didn’t sleep well last night either, though she did give me a three hour stretch. The rest of the night seemed to be 45 minute bits, between rocking, re-swaddling (yes, we’ve been swaddling her. again!), and general butt patting.
Teagan was, well, herself in all her over-tired and out-of-routine glory.Her listening ears were very scarce. Though there were times when she was an absolute doll – doing puzzles for almost an hour in the playroom. She loved the new puzzles we got from Wendy. (Thanks Aunt Wendy!!). But there were times she was just a beast.
All day the two of them tag-teamed. First one, then the other. When one was napping, the other was awake wanting to eat, or go potty, or nurse, or try to crawl. You know, stuff you just can’t ignore. And then vice-versa. Sigh. And to top it off, Teagan seems to be fighting off some sort of stomach bug, one that makes her butt explode. Big poopies!! Double marshmallow earning poopies. She complained about her belly hurting, which usually means she’s hungry, as well as her butt hurting, which up till today meant she was a bit constipated. Poor kid.
And Stu was fighting off a migraine.
And I lost my patience.
So, dinner got started and stopped, taken off the stove and restarted, at least four times.
I was able to finish dinner four hours after starting. Sigh. It really should have taken only 30 minutes. Total.
Some days, I don’t know why I even try. I should just go to bed. I have a feeling I’ll be on call in an hour.