Happy Thanksgiving my American friends!
I’ve spent the last two weeks feeding a newborn (cluster feeding every hour at times) and the last week trying to keep my sick two year old from sneezing or coughing anywhere near us. I’m reminded of the Borg tagline…Resistance is Futile.
Not for the first time I’ve been grateful I’m not a single mom. I am a lot calmer this time around and it is easier in a lot of ways. Bill’s already broken in for babies. He’s there to spend time with Ellie to make her feel special (and to wipe her runny nose) but he goes to work next week. It will just be me and mom. And then she goes home and then…it’s all me.
We’ll see how Zen I am when I’ve got a month old to feed and a two year old who’s climbing the wobbly stools at the same time. Or has to go potty…RIGHT NOW MOMMY, RIGHT NOW!!!
Well I’m not going to imagine all the stuff that will probably drive me nuts, that will only make me feel stressed now and totally crazy later.
Bill just got back from the after hours clinic (3 and a half hours…) for the doctor to tell us she’s fine and she just needs some cough syrup at night. Well, better safe than sorry. She started coughing pretty bad last night and I wanted to keep on top of things. It’s clear we haven’t found the right after hours clinic yet.
Meanwhile in the search for the perfect way to cook carrots Bill has shown me an episode of America’s Test Kitchen that tells me I need to steep them first, then boil them on low for twenty minutes with a piece of parchment paper on top and then turn to medium high to simmer, then down to medium low for the next 45 minutes. I could not make this up.
They’re not done the ‘perfect carrot’ instructions yet but I’m done listening to how to make my life harder than it already is.
Perfect carrot be damned.
Now, if it was the recipe for a perfect APPLE PIE, than I’m all ears. Just stick the carrots in the microwave already.
Anyway I’ve got lots more to gripe and be grateful about but Ben needs his two hour meal and Ellie needs to go to bed.
And then I need some apple pie…
Life doesn’t get any more real than when you have a newborn at home.