Kinley has been getting up at 4 a.m. the last three nights. At first I blamed her teeth coming in (she's got two that just broke through ever so slightly yesterday morning). Now, I think that she's playing me. She realizes that it worked the last few times, so why not make it a ritual. I'm tired. And just as I crawled back into bed, got all comfy and drift back to sleep, the dog starts heaving. And she sleeps under the blankets. Luckily she was on Richie's side of the bed. haha No, he was already up and getting ready to leave for work, so that left me to jump up, push her out of bed and get her outside. My day starts!
I "announced" on FB last night that Living On Trees would be doing a giveaway--the FIRST giveaway--very soon. I could not be more excited. I love giving things away....and when it's something that I personally use and love, it makes me smile, real big. So that will be coming in the next day or two.
Last night I went to pick-up our Christmas cards from the one-hour counter and they were all jacked up with stripes that weren't meant to be there. Not like candy cane stripes, more like, their printer sucks and left tracks all over our cards. So I left with no cards, but a stack of envelopes. At least I got to address those last night. They *promise* that my cards will be all better and ready to pick up this morning. We'll see about that. So I plan to stuff my addressed and stamped envelopes in the post office parking lot so that they can get mailed out in time to arrive on Christmas Eve.
Kinley's birthday thank-you cards are going out today too. Those turned out so cute. Can't wait to hear reactions on those.
So is it just me, or do all moms of infants struggle to get out of the house? Richie and I were having a "discussion" last night and he expressed his opinion that he just doesn't get how it's "so hard" for me to get out of the house during the day. So now I'm wondering....is it just me? Maybe it's because it's snowy, cold and Kinley hates being bundled. Maybe it's her hating the car and fussing the whole time. Maybe it's because I can't find the time to get myself ready before 4:00 in the afternoon. I really prefer, and almost refuse, to go out before my shower, make-up, hair routine. And when Kinley takes short naps it doesn't allow me to "get ready" to go out. I'm rambling. But do you know what I mean? He thinks it's easy, you put the kid in the car and you go. He says that what you wear or look like means nothing when you're just running errands. But when the store is the only public place that you go....it's nice to have pride in yourself to look good. He says to get over the pride.
I guess I do only have myself to blame. I need to get over it and just go. I'm just so tired of having to give up on what is important to me. What makes me, me. He gets to shower/clean up every single day with no ifs, ands or buts. Because he comes home from work and then takes 45 minutes to an hour upstairs all by himself doing his thing and I'm downstairs with Kinley. No one is watching Kinley while I take 45 mintues to an hour getting ready. His answer to that is to shower at night after she goes to bed. But then he expects me to use nights to watch TV with him....so where is this shower time coming from? I think my answer is to just stay up 24/7. Wouldn't life be grand if we didn't need sleep?
Enough of my crabbing.
So Sunday, we were at Bass Pro Shop looking for something. I'm not sure what, really. But Kinley was in her stroller. We never use her straps in the stroller....we just never have. But we will from now on. We were in the glove "department" and Richie was trying to decide on the "perfect decoy glove," whatever that means. He was looking at gloves, I was spacing out. All of a sudden, the stroller starts to roll back into Richie. What the.....? Kinley scooted out of the foot area of the stroller and was going to take her stroller for a walk.