7:30 - feed baby
7:45 - make coffee
8:00 - This is how I eat breakfast, I present baby with a new toy every five minutes.
8:15 - go to baby's room and let her romp around the room while putting away her clothes and cleaning.
9:30 - she's ready for 2nd bottle, try to hold her out a little longer so she will get really tired and sleep long enough to qualify as a nap
9:40 - she's really mad and insisting on bottle, also overheated because I foolishly let her play in her pajamas and she's really hot!
9:45 - bottle, she falls asleep
10:00 - I carefully lay her on the bed and clip 6 nails before she wakes up
10:00 - 11:15 - I spend this ENTIRE TIME trying to get her back to sleep, we alternate between very bitter tears, sleeping for 5 minutes, waking as soon as I lay her down, more bitter tears and fury, more determination to get baby to sleep so she can wake up a nicer person - is that mean? I need to eat because my nerves are frayed - remember guests are coming today. I might need drugs to calm down - or food.
11:15 - success, sweep bathroom, assemble all trash, take out to dumpster
11:45 - start lunch just as she wakes up, put her in high chair and feed her animal crackers
Quesadilla sticks to the pan, scrap out all chicken and cheese and start over.
Surprisingly she plays sweetly the entire time I make lunch and eat it. It's so confusing. Such a range of emotion.
ps, I was kidding about the drugs, really I don't have any. Sometimes I fantasize about going to the doctor and saying I need something that will help me chill but I never do.