Monday, March 01, 2010
"Not me" Monday
Today is the sort of day that insists that I play along with McKMama's Not Me Monday so welcome to my day.
I certainly did NOT bury myself under the covers when baby goat started crying again at 6:30am this morning. I certainly was NOT annoyed to lose my final half hour asleep after being up with him from 11:30pm - 2:00am the night before. I would NEVER let my precious son cry more than a moment longer than necessary.
I also did NOT feel embarrassed by baby goat's weight on the scale and I would NEVER wonder if I am doing something wrong since his weight is in the 97+% percentile. I would NEVER overlook that he is healthy, happy and almost entirely caught up developmentally from his preemie beginnings and focus on the one slightly "keep an eye on it" comment from the doctor.
I would NOT find myself less than an hour later kneeling in the middle of the hall of the dr's office trying to console a baby who did not want his the bandage from his pricked finger. I would NEVER have to hold him down to keep him from getting blood everywhere. Also my underwear would NOT be hanging out while I bent over giving him a bottle, consoling him and trying to clean up.
I, of course, am NOT annoyed by the 50 minute wait at Target to fill baby goat's perscription afterward. I would NOT browse Target during this time and put Ben and Jerry's and Cheetos into my cart.
I would NOT in my funk find myself writing responses to rude emails in my head or swearing over annoymous innappropriate blog comments (that are since deleted).
I would NEVER yell at a well-meaning insurance employee who called with a simple question and happened to have the bad luck to wake up the napping baby who then screamed. (Turns out I would feel guilty immediately afterwards though, if such a CRAZY thing would have happened).
I would NOT have put the baby in the pack n play to play for 45 min before Mr. Goat came home just so I could answer email.
And of course, I would NOT think that maybe a day at work might have been simpler and less funk-ifying than a day home with my son. I always treasure our time together and am NEVER cranky with him.
How was your day blogland?