I'm not always this crabby

So this blog, I feel, is getting off on a cranky note.

And I'm not always cranky, really. Okay, I sort of am, but I try not to be.

In my defense, since I apparently feel I need one, my son has been sick for almost three weeks. I am not sleeping at all. The dog keeps escaping from the yard. And this was all capped off with my husband taking a weekend trip to Vegas, leaving me alone with the baby for three days.

So a tiny bit of crankiness is justified, no?

I know...silver lining...look on the bright side..let your smile be your umbrella...laugh and the world laughs with you...

Eh...bite me. The baby cries, the dogs whine, I do endless loads of laundry and I am so so so tired it makes me dizzy. My "me time" consists of the occasional 45 minute nap the baby takes which involve me walking him to sleep and then laying quietly next to him while he nurses.

Yes, yes, I have made my baby co-dependant bed and now I must lie in it with him. And I generally don't mind. But this weekend is pushing it.

I love my husband, I do and he is a great father. The baby adores him.

But sometimes I resent him so much it makes me want to throw thing. Preferably at his head.

I know he works out of the house and I don't. And I am lucky that I get to stay home. But I feel like I have a very demanding job with a tyrannical boss and it just never ever ends. I would like to read a book, go out of town, see a movie. Hell, I would just like one good nights sleep. The longest stretch I have had since the baby was born is five hours. And that happened exactly once.

I just feel like I have been swallowed up by the baby. Who I totally and completely adore, I just miss having something that is just mine.

Okay. Cranky rant over, for now. I make no promises about tomorrow, though.

Still sick, but with sewing success (ish)

We are now two weeks into the sickness that will not end.

Not to overshare (but the idea of personal information or that someone might not want to hear about bodily functions seems to have left me now that I'm a mother...) but the little one is still pooping around eight times a day. And not sleeping at all. How fondly I remember the days of constipation. And sleep. How I miss it. I've gone thirteen nights where I am lucky to get 45 minutes in a row. And the baby is not happy and is very sleepy as well.

No fun.

Off to the doctor tomorrow and hopefully he will have something helpful to add.

In the world of sewing, I am gaining something of a (small) foothold.

I managed to complete the two projects for the online sew-along I am organizing for last week, cloth wipes (velour on one side and flannel on the other, I am sure Finn with enjoy them):

And an embelilished cloth diaper to use as a burp cloth:

Not perfect, but I am very proud of me. On to week two.

Me: 1 Sewing: 0 (well, it's at least a tie)

Okay, it's taken me five days, but I managed to sew a cloth wipe today. Yes, it's a little wonky and not quite square, but I am SO proud of it, and myself.

I am going to devote myself to cloth wipe making this weekend (assuming I can talk the husband in a little baby free time for me) and hope to have some good looking ones.

What can I say...small victories...

We are still the land of baby poop here. I don't know if things are improving much, but let's hope so. I haven't had a good night sleep in nine consecutive nights, so I am less than cheerful, but I am holding up well, at least I think so.

Mainly I am bored of being stuck in the house with an unhappy baby.

Oh motherhood. 80% great for sure, but 10% suckiness and another 10% mind numbing boredom. This week has been heavy on the last twenty percent, so I think I am owed an excellent weekend. We will see if the universe delivers.

Sickness and sewing

My frustration level? It's high, people.

We have had our first real bout of the baby being sick.

I know, I know, we're very lucky to have made it nine months before this happened.

Last Wednesday night he had a fever of almost 105 at four in the morning. We ran to the emergency room and were told it was a virus. A week later, here we are. No more fever (yay!) but still covered in a rash, not sleeping, cranky, and OH!! the diarrhea.

I never knew my life could be quite so filled with poop. Glamorous, I tell you.

My good mommy patience has run out (although I think it lasted a long time). I have left the house once in a week and it was for a very quick "we're out of food, oh please don't have a blow out at the grocery store" trip. The baby cries...and cries...and, if I dare leave his line of sight...screams.

Bleh bleh bleh.

Also testing my patience is my new hobby I have so gleefully taken up - sewing. My love of Etsy (and subsequent money spending) led me to think perhaps I could start sewing things myself. My sister kindly donated her sewing machine and now here we are. Only, I totally and completely suck. It's like there is some sewing gene I just don't have.

Okay, I've only given it about 30 minutes over three days (not a lot of free time for a mommy here) but all I am trying to make are some cloth wipes. Should be simple...but not so much.

But I've bought so fabric, so I am determined to continue on, at least until it's used up.

Perhaps tomorrow will be less bleh. Here's hoping.