2 posts tagged “motherhood”

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Today has been a virtual roller coaster! It's 1:45 pm, I'm still un-showered, and I'm so exhausted that I could go to bed for the rest of the day and night.

Lowlight - While cleaning my toilet in preparation for a friend coming to visit, a nut on the bottom of the toilet's tank comes loose and starts leaking water all over the floor! When I tried to tighten it back up, I moved the bolt it was attached to and only made it leak more water, even faster. So I let it be, soaked up the spilled (and still spilling, though more slowly) water with about 14 towels, set a pot under the drip, and called my apartment office to let them know that my bathroom was flooding - slowly, but surely. Oh, and I turned off the water to the tank (or cistern, as I was corrected by Joe) so as not to exacerbate my flooding issue. The woman in the office said she'd send someone over. Fine.

Highlight - Lucille woke up after a 2 hour nap (awesome!), and she was in an absolutely angelic mood. She was all smiles, and giggles, and adorable bed-head. She didn't fuss when I changed her (a true rarity these days!), and she squealed with delight when I sat on the floor rolling a soccer ball back and forth with her. Those few moments exemplify exactly why I love being able to stay home with my daughter, and why I chose to do so. I didn't only want to avoid someone I didn't even know possibly neglecting or abusing my child, I wanted to be there for all her smiles.

Highlight - After nearly two hours, no one had come to fix my still-dripping toilet. I decided to take matters into my own hands, and armed with some tool with a name that I can't think of, I fixed that goddamned leaky toilet! All by myself, too! OK, so it wasn't brain surgery, but for someone like me (virtually retarded in the ways of plumbing), it was still quite a feat. I was proud. I still am.

Lowlight - For absolutely no reason at all, Miss Lucille's mood went from angelic to demonic at light speed. Before I knew what happened, she was screaming at the the top of her lungs, crying, and flinging herself about the living room (and when I say 'flinging herself about,' I mean rolling back and forth across the living room floor quickly, and oh-so-dramatically while flailing her itty-bitty arms all around, and kicking the air, floor, cat, and anything else that got in her way with her adorably chubby, yet powerful little legs. Or, to put it succinctly, throwing a fit!)

I finally managed to get Lucy half-way settled down/distracted, but my bathroom is still only partially cleaned, I'm not even showered, and I. DON'T. CARE. Today has been nothing but extremes. The Joys/Terrors of Motherhood. Quite frankly, it's too much for me for one day, and I'm pooped!