A day of rest?!

So it is 6:25am and I’m sitting with my first frappe of the day. For those of you who aren’t Greek frappe is the Greek’s version of iced coffee. I have been up since 2:00. I awoke worried that my little one hadn’t woken up yet. As one mommy so well put it the other day, I wake up freaking out that they’re still breathing! Well that was me last night/this morning, of course the little one was fine, she decided to have an extra long slumber before her feeding. Well once the feeding was done she wouldn’t burp well so all in all that took 45 minutes. Now I’m not sure about you but after 45 minutes of being awake, I’m done. So I did what everyone does but you’re not supposed to do, I picked up my phone. I checked Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, I was even tempted to look at Google+. I played my Words With Friends and checked emails. Put the phone away and waited for this amazing slumber and rest to take over my body. Ummm yeah not so much! So I Googled the best transitions for getting your baby to sleep the night in their crib (our little one is still in her bassinet), I Googled the transition of ready made formula to powder or concentrate (we’ve tried both and she didn’t like either).   I even Googled ways a mom can sleep better at night. That was a joke! I listened to my husband snore (sorry babe) and my little one gurgle, cry and moan in her sleep, even getting up a few times to make sure she was okay. Everyone was fine and snuggled in their beds while visions of sugar plums or ponies, danced in their heads. And then there was me…so I did it…I got out of bed. On the couch I found out that our TV was down, really we have to do something with this high speed internet that never works when you need it! When it came back on Mystic Pizza was my show of choice. I put away a load of the baby’s laundry, folded a load of our laundry and put in another load. I paid some bills and even took a shower. And now I sit here typing away sipping my frappe at 6:30am. Not sure about what you’re planning to do on your Sunday but I feel pretty accomplished already!

Roula

A little ditty about Jack and Diane...no really in all seriousness I'm a daughter, sister, wife and mother. I'm a Greek-American, who has transplanted in Canada. As a first time mom I'm sharing some things as I go along.

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Things aren’t what they used to be

So it took three different tries to get Little Miss in her car seat today. We had two complete meltdowns, like screaming bloody murder meltdowns. The third time was the charm and her daddy and I were able to get her in the seat with only a few tears. Needless to say she was asleep before we left the driveway.

Stop number one was the all important coffee run. We made it to the Starbucks drive-thru where mom had been looking forward to a coffee all day. Unfortunately there were ten cars in front of us and so daddy decided to go inside. There were 15 people in line inside and so mommy didn’t get caffeine today, oh well, c’est la vie.

Stop number two was Walmart. Yes I know it is crazy to go to Walmart any day but a Saturday afternoon, what could I do it had to be done. The drive to Walmart was good as was her first carriage ride. A few cries as we were at the cash register but again she was asleep before we left the store. Other than mommy’s baby brain forgetting one of the things we specifically went out for, the trip was a success.

The drive home was uneventful as was the transition into the house. It is amazing how things have changed. Now we leave with a car seat and at least one bag if not two. Today the carriage had to be put in the car as well. Oh and mommy went out with her hair up in a clip, no makeup on and at least two spit up stains on the second shirt of the day. Having gotten very little sleep last night I was hoping someone would say something. I know for me things aren’t what they used to be but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Roula

A little ditty about Jack and Diane...no really in all seriousness I'm a daughter, sister, wife and mother. I'm a Greek-American, who has transplanted in Canada. As a first time mom I'm sharing some things as I go along.

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