a while back, my friend wrote THIS ARTICLE for a parenting website. it’s worth a read for sure (she emailed me, in advance, to gauge the gross-out factor…i approved ). and while the specific examples are just a tad different – less talk of menstruation in my house, more talk of boobs (and who has them) and nipples (we all do), i understand the sentiment.
over the last 2 1/2 years (and really, in the preceding 10 months of pregnancy) it’s been tough for me to keep up to date with my friends who live across the country. what used to be weekly (if not daily) phone calls, now occur monthly, when i’m lucky (and requires the following: EBN takes her scheduled nap, my work is done – or near done, the weather is nice enough for me to venture outside (i don’t talk in the house while she sleeping in fear of waking her – i inherited my dad’s loud phone voice), and i’m up to date on nashville). for better or worse (mostly worse) we’re left to rely on social media to follow along in each other’s life. it’s not a substitute for real face time. but it’s so much better than nothing at all. i live to see the birthday parties, saturdays at the park, political interests, cute outfits (kiddos and mamas). you get.
anyway, probably a year ago, i, admittedly, was really slacking in the “picking up the phone and calling my friends” department, and one of my besties (thank goodness for real friends) called me on it. not only did she miss me, she said, but she also admitted that she was going through a bit of a rough patch (which i had totally missed) and it was hard to read and see my seemingly perfect life on facebook and in this space.
and that got me thinking – am i keeping this space real enough? obviously, i treasure the special and amazing events and its important to me that there is some record of the wonderful memories that make up our life. and it’s not that i mean to skip over the negative but typically, when i sit down to write and reflect on what feels important, the moments of frustration/tension/eye-rolling have passed and don’t stand out anymore. (also, when reviewing the archives of this space, there seems to be quite enough bitching…if you ask me…or ABN i’m sure ).
all of this is really lead-up to me saying – while this past weekend included many, many highlights (as documented HERE and on facebook), there were hard moments too. and because i want to paint an actual picture of sacramento weekend 2013 for myself, and my readers….here’s a rundown:
- EBN and i enthusiastically loaded into the car at exactly 4pm on friday to meet ABN in the east bay (he would take BART) for an early dinner. a drive that should have taken 50 minutes took 2 hours and 45 minutes, and that only got us about a quarter of the way to sacramento.
- EBN went absolutely bonkers (in a good way) when she saw her big girl bed. there was shrieking and jumping and lots of snuggling under the covers. she then woke up at 3:30am on saturday, fussing, and refused to go back to sleep. sure she happily cuddled with me in her bed, but she refused to lay still or quit bonking me on the nose, or stop saying, “hi mama,” every 30 seconds…and at 6am was up for good.
- we planned the trip to sacramento so that we could enjoy some time in the sun, before it got too hot – the weather was perfect – hot in the sun, cool in the shade, and comfortable enough to sit outside for dinner on saturday night. unfortunately we forgot to confirm that the hotel had a swimming pool – oops
- EBN had no accidents the entire trip (i mean, accidents have never really been her thing…but still – worth celebrating!). she also hadn’t pooped since wednesday so during the trip she would yell, “i need to poop!!” and then we would run to the closet bathroom where she would refuse to even sit on the toilet before deciding that, in fact, she didn’t need to go. repeat. repeat. repeat.
- due to the lack of sleep on friday night EBN took an epic nap on saturday afternoon – and so did we. it was needed by all parties. EBN slept great on saturday night too! i think the day completely exhausted her. unfortunately, sleeping in did not happen for me on mother’s day – is there anything a mama wants more? there was lots of talk about ABN and EBN getting out so that i could get a little extra shut eye but it’s hard in a hotel (i get it) and we didn’t have a real plan in place
- we planned our trip home perfectly so that EBN would nap and she fell asleep before we even got on the highway. she then woke up 90 minutes into our trip home (we still had about 40 minutes to go) screaming and claiming an immediate need to poop (who could blame her). of course by this point we were passed the last exit before the bay bridge but not quite on the bridge itself and not.moving. thank god, again, for the ipad. which proved to be enough distraction – on both counts.
- while EBN had the best weekend of her life, i felt a little blue that there was no planning in place to make the day nice and relaxing for me. don’t get me wrong – the weekend was full of family fun, but between getting up early, packing up the room (and, in my haste, we forgot coco – luckily, coco has been located and is on her/his?? way back to us!!), sitting in traffic, unpacking and doing 3 loads of laundry – i got a bit resentful. the shit hit the fan for me when i found myself driving home, stuck in traffic, while my two great loves snoozed the afternoon away. i get that i’m being ridiculous – but no one said i was perfect. (although perfect might be my new, oversized, fleece, post-hot-tub robe! such a thoughtful gift from EBN and ABN).
so, in an effort to quit telling lies on facebook (or half truths – or bits and pieces) that’s sacramento – the good, the bad and the lack of poop.
turns out, girlfriend was just waiting until we got home.
she craves routine.
just like here mama.Read More