I have had a 17 day “break” but why do I feel like I am starting a vacation?
We had a wonderful time with family. I already miss my children. I feel terrible that we won’t be starting the day together.
But on this first day back to the office I feel like a different person. I have jewelry on. I put on purple eyeshadow, not sure if this is ever ok, but it seemed like a special occasion as I was getting ready this morning.
We ferberized my daughter last night – again. She went through a 14 day stint of waking up exactly 45 minutes after being put to bed for the night. She wouldn’t go back to sleep until we wrestled her into submission and let her sleep on our shoulders and then in our bed. It was not good hearing her scream at the top of her lungs knowing she was standing in her crib shaking the side and at any moment about to wake up her twin brother in the crib next to hers. But she resigned and went to sleep.
My other daughter had been trying to sleep in our bed off and on as she said it was more comfortable; so I brought up a down comforter from the basement and made a special deal about it. Miraculously she didn’t have to get a drink of water, go to the bathroom, tell us a secret, read one more book or tell us about a nightmare.
After the bedtime rituals we got to watch two shows (Parenthood and Grey’s.) In full disclosure my husband didn’t watch Grey’s with me. He made our daughter’s lunch, made his coffee grounds in the Vitamix and then retired to our bedroom to watch the Celtics.
I am all for milking long vacations, if for no other reason but to find comfort in the routine and order of the everyday life.
My sister’s boyfriend of six months is coming to SC for the first time to meet the entire family and live with 9 of us for 7 days. I’m not sure if he is a good sport or deranged. I’m hoping for the former.
My brother and sister-in-law have six children (1 month old to 12 years) and live about twenty minutes from my parents’ house, but when we are in town, they always make an effort to be around most of the time – so there will be 18 people in a 2500 square foot house for five days.
Maybe it is my sister who is deranged, inviting him into such a situation!
My husband will take him under his wing and show him the ropes. His advice will be, “Volunteer to go to the store whenever the need arises, lay low, smile and drink some good wine and/ or beer. And be careful not to eat too many cookies.”
I think my husband is the most excited about John’s visit. He will milk the situation as much as possible. I can hear it now, “I’ll take John to see the cute downtown. I want to show John the wine store. And so on…” Honey I hate to tell you, but that is what a girlfriend is for.
I don’t think that I had the foot surgery to go back to invalid status. Or did I? I loved being a contributing member of the family following the birth of our twins. I spent seven weeks on modified bed rest and at 39 weeks I had a c-section. Early on in the long-awaited-and-tried-for pregnancy I had a little bleeding and pneumonia, so I was treating myself gingerly as to not tempt fate any further. I had about three great weeks where I was completely healed from the c-section before the foot surgery. I was so very happy. I did everything domestic, to know me is to know that I don’t really love cooking, cleaning or errand running. But I embraced it with a sense of urgency and efficiency. I also was able to work out on a regular basis (as our Nanny started in week 10 of maternity leave – more on that later.)
My darling husband who single handily ran the entire household for over a year, was given a much deserved break. But two days before Father’s Day, I had a Plantar’s wart removed and needed to lay low. Happy Father’s Day! I guess the surgery helped me realize three things 1.) there isn’t ever a good time to off your feet – never mind mothering 3 month old twins, a 3.5 year old daughter during the last two weeks of maternity leave at the end of June; 2.) I should spend less time ‘doing things’ and more time mothering the sweet adorable babies.; 3.) I should slow down and calm the mind prior to jumping back into the frenetic pace of my career in marketing.
So, I’m making a vow to stop lamenting the fact that my podiatrist didn’t give the downside of the surgery to me in realistic terms. I’m going to stop obsessing over the 11 pounds I would still like to lose so that I don’t have to buy all new clothes for work. I can’t really wear the same two pairs of shorts to the office as I’ve been doing for the last few weeks. I would probably lose the weight if I stopped saying, “I’m nursing, so it’s ok if I eat dark chocolate covered blueberries everyday. They have antioxidants!” And most importantly, I’m going to spend more time concentrating on the babies. Now don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I don’t do every feeding every three hours around the clock with them, but I am also going to spend the downtime between feedings. When I go back to work I will regret not squeezing out every second possible. I’m going to milk it.
AMK, ecstatic working mother of three
Sammy, Gracie and Maddie