Will the Misery Never End

5AM

Post Coffee

I mean seriously.  Baby G woke up at 5:00 AM this morning, which was expected.  I was breast feeding and rocking away in the nursing chair, when in roamed my four year old talking as if he had taken a hit of speed.  I heard his conversation start in the other room and he just continued it all the way into the nursery and I was so tired that I was not even sure it was real.

It is amazing how a child will wake up, I mean literally open their eyes in bed and begin a deep deep dialogue with THE ATMOSPHERE.  It was 0 to 120 in a split second.

His conversation ran something like this: "Oh, I am getting up, but I need my dog, where's my dog, there's my dog, you come on dog.  I got you dog.  It is dark in here, the sun is still sleeping, but I'm not.  hahahahahaha. I am getting up and watch Curious George, but where is the remote control, did my mom DVR it?  Where is my mom, did she make my milk, I bet Baby G is drinking her milk. (He crosses into the nursery where I am indeed feeding Baby G my milk).  There's my mom.  Hi mom, did you DVR Curious George, do you have my milk, hey what's that sound?  Are you turning the TV on?  My dad is still asleep, am I going swimming?  Will I see Miss Pat?....."

Again, all this sounded like an ice pick to my temple to me.  I was just so tired, but I rallied.  I thought to go run, but had a serious dose of the mom guilt.  I hated to leave my four year old vegged out in front of the TV with no one awake in the house while I took the baby for a run in the jog stroller.  Also, it was worrisome, as he may have roamed out in search of me if he needed something.  SO, I busied myself with making coffee and getting the house ready to head out to swim.

I did not have high hopes for swim and then just as we needed to walk out the door, Baby G fell sound asleep so I put him down for a nap and began working on general tasks of housewifery.  We were inordinately late to swim and then when I had been in the pool for a measly 800 meters (long course on Fridays!!), the nursery workers came to get my from the pool as Baby G was inconsolable.

It was frustrating to say the least.  As soon as I got to the nursery, Baby G took one look at me and laughed the baby laugh of a baby who knows that he has won.  He has screamed loud enough to make his mother get out of the pool, walk all the way to the nursery in her wet bathing suit, and take him from the nursery workers who will now not take him back.

SO, Baby G and I went to the locker room, and I looked into his baby saucer eyes and said, "You may have gotten me out of the pool, BUT I must take a shower."  SO, I pushed his stroller into the handicap shower and shampooed and conditioned my hair while he wailed, wailed wailed.  Oooh he was so upset.

And I will confess to you, that I felt very sorry for myself.  It is a first world problem.  I realize that as opposed to "I have to walk 10 miles at great peril to get food for my family", all I really have to say is that, "I went to the gym to get in a workout and I only got to swim 800 meters, because the baby cried."

Anyway, tomorrow, I am going to get to run with my running group.  I am pretty excited about getting back out there. It will be a ten miler!!!