we thought wrong

Earlier this summer, when Brooklynn was still Beta and we didn’t have a baby to care for, Rhiannon and I made all sorts of idyllic plans of what we would accomplish. Because, of course we were going to be home all summer long and not traveling to the east coast or any foreign countries or anything like that. So what else could we possibly have to do that would prevent us from getting an incredible amount accomplished? Our deck is still half sanded. The lawn and yard has not been fertilized since sometime in June. The garage projects are no closer to completion, and we aren’t making any three layer cakes or hosting fancy dinner gatherings with names written in condiment on the plates.

Yes, May and June were productive. Rhiannon found plants that would work in the wet and clay-like soil of our front yard. And since then, we went to the hospital, stayed for a few days, and brought a whole new person home with us. A whole new person who does very little to pull her own weight around the house. I called her a freeloader before she came out; how little I understood what freeloading really was. At least at that point we didn’t have to wipe her butt several times a day for her.

Each week that passes brings us one week closer to the time that Rhiannon will have to go back to work, and as much as I think she is ready to have normal human contact on a daily basis (as well as a reason to get up and shower every morning), we also realize that our weekly method of scraping by until the weekend comes to catch will have to change.

When Dalon and Lynn visited, we made our first extended trips away from the house with Brooklynn, and it always took us longer than we expected to get ready to go. Like over an hour later than estimated. We’re punctual people, but it seems like Brooklynn works as hard as she can against that.

The Denver Zoo animals didn’t really care when we showed up, and the highway through the mountains certainly wasn’t going anywhere. I’ve ever been lucky in the fact that my employer has been somewhat flexible on my work hours if I’m running a little behind due to a screaming child in need of a diaper change in the morning. I don’t know that a classroom of sixth graders will be quite as flexible on time, so we need to get better. And it’s coming fast.

We thought we would get a lot accomplished this summer, and we have. We’ve survived almost seven weeks with a baby in the house. At this point, survival is an accomplishment. Thank you to the people who have visited and helped us care for our child. Thank you to the people who thought that maybe getting a new puppy last spring wasn’t such a good idea.

Thank you to the people who suggested to sleep when the baby sleeps. I just have one question about that. What do you do when the baby doesn’t sleep?