When I was pregnant with Joey, I felt so lame and I truly worried that I wouldn't have any friends when it was over.
Boy have I been proved wrong!
Not a week has gone by without someone calling me or texting me to see how they can help.
Last week I was almost delirious with fatigue. I started composing a snarky blog post in my head (please tell me you do that too) about all the things that people CAN'T help with... it was going something like this:
"How's it going? Is there anything I can do to help?'
"Well, no, actually, there is NOTHING you can do to help. Because I'm pretty sure you don't want to take my baby who wakes up every two hours or less in the night, and let me get some sleep, and I'm pretty sure you don't want to give us a free car so that I'm not stranded in the country and I'm.... "
Blah blah blah, I'm a whiner.
But then, I started thinking. Sometimes I let things stay awful for a little while and then one day, *snap!* I start problem solving.
So I started thinking through what people COULD help me with. I realized that a large part of what is making life hard right now is that I am so, so, so lacking in sleep.
I originally assumed that there would be no way to get a full night sleep, because who in their right mind would bring home someone else's baby and subject themselves to that if they didn't have to.
And then I thought of who.
Sweet, sweet Rosemary and Josh. Here's why I thought they would be up for it: 1) they are awesome 2) they don't have kids yet (one on the way) so they will be able to catch up on the sleep they miss 3) they love kids... A LOT 4) they think that anything that is a new experience is fun and worth a try.
A night with a newborn is definitely an experience.
So, I called Rosemary and she without hesitation said she would have my baby overnight!
Do you hear the angels singing?
What a gift. If you ever encounter a mom to a new baby who is not getting enough sleep, offer to have her baby overnight. You will bless her socks off!
Or, I might be the only woman on the face of the earth willing to part with my baby for a whole 14 hours just 2 months into his life. If I am, I'm okay with it.
The day following Joey's big sleepover, another of my friends, Ashley, who happened to be the recipient of The Meltdown, came and picked Jack up. Even though he had a snotty nose she took him out ALL DAY with her two kids and left me with hours and hours to take another nap, organize my room from the move, and just enjoy Joey.
Jack is a handful.
You can tell because the first thing my mom friends tell me when they bring him back is, "Jack did so good! He only hit one kid!"
I'm hoping he'll grow out of that.
So for Ashley to take Jack with her own 2 year old and infant was a major commitment. And one that I so appreciate.
But she wasn't the only one! Allison, another dear friend, has taken Jack on several occasions. And this weekend, she took BOTH of my babies with her one toddler. She asked me in the morning if she could do that for me and before I could say anything she said, "Don't worry. I know what I'm getting myself into."
Oh the bliss of a few hours all to myself!
I caught up on some emails, unloaded the dishwasher and, you guessed it, took a nap.
I love my friends!
And now, not wanting to be left out of the gift-giving extravaganza, my very own Andy has lined up childcare for me for Monday, Wednesday AND Friday nights for the WHOLE MONTH of May so that I can go workout.
It is weeks like these that make me wonder, how did I get so lucky?
I may stop thinking that when I go to my first workout.
Because remember how I told you that Andy now looks like Hugh Jackman?
Why didn't anyone tell me that
in the original post
I wrote "Huge" Jackman
instead of Hugh?
I wonder what other horrible
mistakes I will find when I go
back to the posts from my pregnancy and
these first few months.
I shudder at the thought!
It is all thanks to a workout theory... system... I don't even know what to call it. But it's name is CrossFit.
So when he arranged for childcare, he also signed me up for an introductory CrossFit class.
I will be doing this.
Be careful on YouTube.
I just got sucked into
like 40 minutes of looking at
people doing CrossFit.
Am I insane?
Do I really wish I could look like one of those girls?
Enough to workout like I live on the Biggest Loser Ranch?
We shall see.
I hope I don't puke the first class.