I've been told by my dear husband that if I don't start writing again he will kill me. Ok, those are not his exact words. It was probably more along the lines of "your moodiness used to be slightly offset by the fact you are cute. Now it's beyond annoying. There's the door".I have been going ga-ga lately. The first year of anything major, especially having a kid, can do a job on one's mental health. One year ago, I was able to leave the house without as much as a thought - get the car keys and go. These days, with an active baby in tow, leaving the house takes military strategy:
-Start leaving an hour before I need to leave.
-Is there enough milk in the bottle(s)? (even though I am exclusively nursing, a little milk in the bottle is a good pacifier when in line at the store).
-Do I have enough clean (cloth) diapers? (yes I am doing the cloth diaper thing and lovin' it).
-What mood is the baby in now? Is she awake? If she's asleep should I wake her now so that I can nurse her to be in a good enough mood to leave without crying in the car?
-Do I have at least 2 changes of baby clothes? (so sue me if I overpack, you wouldn't want me to have the child go naked!).
-Do I need to eat? Nursing makes me hungry ALL THE TIME. Is there anything to eat in the house????
-Make sure I have my cell phone. Did I charge it? WHERE is my cell phone??
-Where is my purse/wallet/planner - did I leave it upstairs again??
-Need to make sure I have THAT toy to bring with - is it clean? Did it I step on it? Don't want the child to get some strange infection because I wasn't careful, G-d forbid, poo poo poo!
-How warm/cold is it outside? Should I put the jacket/parka/3000 blankets on her?
-Oh shoot, what time is it??? I gotta go!!!
At the end of the day, Thank G-d this is what I worry about.
