DD (11 Mo) and I have both been fighting a minor cold, so that may add to it, but I'm having one of those "I want to run away and braid hair on the beach for a living" kind of days. I'm a first time mom and there are some days that I feel like a tidal wave is about to crash on my head. DD is lovely and fantastic and obviously the best child ever born, but she is also extremely high needs and extremely attached to mama. I am with her 24x7 every.single.day. When my hubby is in charge, he just brings here wherever I am because "she misses me so much". This means I am *never* alone. I eat with company, talk on the phone with company, read, write and pray with company, poop with company - there is a reason there is no adult loving going on in this house - we would probably do that with company, too. I desperately need a break.
I've asked my husband repeatedly to take the baby, but he firmly believes that the baby needs access to my boobs or the world will fall apart. I don't know what else to do - we are living in a new state, so I have no friends or family to help. I've tried leaving her in daycare at church, but she freaked out, so I ended up staying in daycare with her (Hence the cold. Literally all 8 kids in there had runny noses. That's another rant for another day).
I've decided that when hubby gets done playing Call of Duty (must be nice to have that kind of free time! Sorry, bitterness is coming out) that I am laying down the law. Every evening from today on, Daddy will be in charge for the 1 hour between bath time and bed time. I will be taking my gelatinous rear end down to the gym to work out, and if the baby freaks out, her father will have to comfort her.
Sorry for my brain dump, but I needed to get it out.
I've asked my husband repeatedly to take the baby, but he firmly believes that the baby needs access to my boobs or the world will fall apart. I don't know what else to do - we are living in a new state, so I have no friends or family to help. I've tried leaving her in daycare at church, but she freaked out, so I ended up staying in daycare with her (Hence the cold. Literally all 8 kids in there had runny noses. That's another rant for another day).
I've decided that when hubby gets done playing Call of Duty (must be nice to have that kind of free time! Sorry, bitterness is coming out) that I am laying down the law. Every evening from today on, Daddy will be in charge for the 1 hour between bath time and bed time. I will be taking my gelatinous rear end down to the gym to work out, and if the baby freaks out, her father will have to comfort her.
Sorry for my brain dump, but I needed to get it out.
