I can’t even tell if I’m losing anymore
Win: Caroline went to bed at 11 and slept until almost 5 (then snacked and went back to sleep). I felt very well rested.
Lose: I was so sore from Stroller Strides on Tuesday I couldn’t straighten my legs properly. It feels like tiny gnomes are stabbing me in the calves with knitting needles.
Win: Evan let me change and dress him without kicking me in the face.
Lose: Evan refused to eat anything for breakfast, choosing instead to sob into the open refrigerator demanding more more more…something. I packed extra goldfish in my diaper bag.
Win: We make it to Stroller Strides (again!) on time.
Lose: I still cannot do one single sit-up during the abs part of class. Not. Even. One.
Win: Gymboree is having a FANTASTIC sale and I had a 20% off coupon. Little Evan will be sporting some absolutely fantastic plaid pants in a couple months.
Lose: Caroline thought Gymboree sucked and expressed her displeasure by screeching like a rabid hyena.
Win: I found a comfy semi-private spot in the play area to nurse the baby while Little Evan played on the slide.
Lose: Little Evan got bored with the slide after about 20 seconds and took off running into the mall. I managed to flash at least eight people, squirt milk all over my shirt, almost drop Caroline, trip on the stroller and lose a breast pad while trying to chase him down.
Win: A nice mom grabbed him and brought him back because she felt bad for me. Or maybe she was just tired of looking at my boob.
Lose: I had to wrangle TWO screaming children into their coats, into the stroller and through the mall wearing a soaking wet t-shirt. Even a deaf person could have heard us.
Win: Little Evan was so exhausted from our morning he willing ate tuna fish for lunch and then slept for 3 hours.
Double win: Caroline and I napped on the couch.
Lose: It’s 9:30 and I am SO EXHAUSTED I want to cry, but there is no way I’m going to get to bed until 11 and I’ll be up again at 5. For at least the next SIX MONTHS.
I need a vacation.