Forgot to read the fine print...

Brady & I tried for three years to have another baby. We both had siblings, and didn’t want Gavin to be an ‘only child’ since his other siblings live so far away. We were so happy that Gavin was finally going to have a brother. I love both of my children, and wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world. Except for maybe a tropical island, but that’s just a silly pipe dream.

When we had Gavin, I was at a very different point in my life. As much as it broke my heart the first time I dropped little 7-week-old Gavin off at daycare, I got over it, and LOVED being a working Mommy. I loved picking him up at the end of the day, and weekends were so special because I got to enjoy being a family. Absence sure did make the heart grow fonder.

This time around, I’m unemployed, struggling to build our business to the point where it will actually support a salary, stuck in this blasted house all day long with the most energetic and talkative preschooler you will ever meet, and a newborn with super spidey-senses who can somehow sense when I sit down at the computer to do anything that is business related (and therefore requires two hands).

Gavin is really a good boy. Really. He is just VERY HIGH MAINTENANCE. If I didn’t feed him myself, I would swear he eats rocket fuel for breakfast, and possibly some amphetamines for a well-rounded lunch. The kid is non-stop, full-speed, ALL FREAKING DAY LONG. It wears me out just typing this.

Grayson is an awesome baby, just like Gavin was: he sleeps well, eats well, and is generally happy and content. However, his ‘needy times’ seem to be Monday, Wednesday & Friday, from about 8:30 am to 11:30 am. …which (coincidentally) are the exact same days and times that Gavin goes to preschool….and the only 9 hours a week I get a break from the constant barrage of MOM, mom, Mom, look at me Mom, look at this Mom, MOM, mom, Mom, MOM???

ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

So, you ask, how am I typing this??? One handed, with a bottle in the other, and a baby balanced in the crook of my knee. Which means after 3 hours of grumping, he will likely sleep all afternoon. Which is perfect, since I have to leave in 5 minutes to retrieve Gavin from preschool. Oh yeah, and the 8 hours of work I planned on cramming in the 3 hours of peace I (expected) to have today? Yup, still sitting on the desk….laughing at my futile attempts to actually be productive today.

I need a vacation…..or at least some better meds…