We have a nearly three year-old, and a nearly one year-old. We are knee deep in diapers, laundry, and battery operated toys. Leaving the house for an afternoon requires sippy-cups, toddler snacks, baby snacks, diapers, wipes, outfit-changes, and small travel toys for entertainment. Times two. If we stay overnight anywhere, we look like we're going on a European backpacking adventure.
Our days begin at 5:30am, but I also see the clock at 3:30am, 2:00am, and 12:30am.
I'm not pushy enough to be a good journalist, but I love love love interviewing people. So I've decided to start doing that more and using my blog as my interview platform. I'll be interviewing ordinary everyday people, quasi-famous people, and one day . . . maybe even famous-ish people. Excited? Me too!
So first up on my interview list is . . .
My Husband. (So clearly, he fits into the famous-ish category. Right?)
Thanks for stopping by to check out the first installment of Rants In My Pants.
With these weekly rants, I'll be spouting off random shit that keeps me awake at night, but instead of writing about it, I'll be doing it in video form (it's good incentive for me to shower. And put on mascara...).
Hello. It's me again. The mom whose son still doesn't sleep very well at night. He's 13 months old. I'm at the point that I want to scream whenever parents complain that their 3-week-old baby that wakes up every 2-3 hours.
"Oh yeah? You've been going through that for 3 weeks now? That must be really hard on you. I've been going through it for 62 weeks. And three days. Not that I'm counting."
The tower is very high, and I keep removing blocks from the foundation. Just when I think I can't possibly pile on any more blocks, I find a way to wiggle another one loose. I hold my breath—and place it on top. Amazingly, the tower hasn't come crashing down yet—but I know it's only a matter of time.
My chest feels tight with anxious anticipation. How did I get myself into this situation?
It's 3:00AM. We are supposed to be packing up the car in another hour for our trip to Chicago, but guess what? I'm awake already. In fact, I've been awake all night. Every. Thirty. Minutes.
Why, do you ask?
Is it because you love seeing every hour on the clock present itself twice? Is it because you are giddy with excitement about your trip?
It’s 2AM and I have puke in my hair I’ve just changed your diaper and there’s pee everywhere. Half asleep, I stumble and make my way back to bed. Hoping you’ll fall asleep once you’re fed.
