Exhausted
This is one of those days where you feel bone tired, just want to escape to a tropical island for a week and shrug off every responsibility known to man. Sundays are supposed to be a day of "rest" and rejuvenation and a day to feel closer to the Lord. So why are Sundays so exhausting and sometimes stressful? They zap me of practically all my energy and on days to like today--make me grumpy.
Caleb is going through a special stage of life. He's throwing tantrums, spitting, throwing things and yelling when he doesn't get his way. I'm not naive enough to think that Cole wasn't like this but I know he wasn't this bad.
You'd think that with 11:00 church, we could get there on time. Nope. We sauntered in ten after the hour and sat in one of the very back rows (which is at the very back of the gym because our ward is massive). It's hard to concentrate on the speakers when you're that far back. After two minutes of trying to entertain Caleb with books, he of course, wants to go exploring. There's a fine line between letting Caleb roam around a bit so as to not set off one of his fits and letting him invade peoples' space. Personally, I'm fine when babies want to come hang out with me but you just never know with some people and since we don't know very many people in the ward--we basically don't know how they handle the baby roaming. Especially if they don't have kids of their own.
During the 2nd hour, I stayed in Nursery with Caleb so we can acclimate him to being in there and Danny went to Sunday School. I took him with me to Relief Society until Danny could finish up with the Priesthood opening exercises, get the keyboard back the library, fill out a tithing slip and come get Caleb. Since he didn't last longer than a couple minutes in RS, we ended up sitting out in the hall eating Cheerios that he started throwing because he wanted something else. I was done and was just going to text Danny to let him know that I was on my way home to put Caleb down for a nap and I'd be back to pick them up after church. It was 1:25 when Danny showed up. I thought he'd forgotten about me. I made a quick pit stop in the ladies room and then slipped back into Relief Society {and by slipped in, I of course mean that I made a huge scene because when the door opens, everyone turns their head to see who is interrupting the lesson}.
The lesson was on repentance and the whole time I was feeling bad for feeling so grumpy and that I should probably repent. But then church was over and it was business as usual. Trying to get something to eat in time to head out the door to do visiting teaching. An hour and a half later, I got home and Danny and Caleb were asleep. Cole doesn't ever take naps so he was playing Legos and was super bored. I wanted to take a quick nap on the couch but I also wanted to get a headstart on my lesson for next month so I laid on the couch and started reading through the lesson. Cole wanted to type in Microsoft word so I let him do some typing and every time I started to doze off he would ask me a question or want to read me what he had typed. Then Caleb woke up and started crying. Just in time.
We played on the couch for about 15 minutes before he made it clear that he would start a yelling fit if he didn't get fed. He eats food as fast as I can get it put on his tray. We've had too many choking scares to count. So now we have to set one piece of food in front of him at a time. I eat most of my meals during the week, standing next to his highchair while I feed him.
Danny woke up and I asked if he minded if I tried to lay down for a while. I was getting a headache and wanted even just a 45 minute nap. It wasn't meant to be. Caleb was yelling {not even just crying--but yelling} almost the entire time so the thought of getting a nap was laughable.
I don't feel like cooking anything for dinner, I feel disgusting from all the sugar I've eaten the last couple days and I'm the kind of tired that just makes you want to cry. This girl is checking in early tonight.
Caleb is going through a special stage of life. He's throwing tantrums, spitting, throwing things and yelling when he doesn't get his way. I'm not naive enough to think that Cole wasn't like this but I know he wasn't this bad.
You'd think that with 11:00 church, we could get there on time. Nope. We sauntered in ten after the hour and sat in one of the very back rows (which is at the very back of the gym because our ward is massive). It's hard to concentrate on the speakers when you're that far back. After two minutes of trying to entertain Caleb with books, he of course, wants to go exploring. There's a fine line between letting Caleb roam around a bit so as to not set off one of his fits and letting him invade peoples' space. Personally, I'm fine when babies want to come hang out with me but you just never know with some people and since we don't know very many people in the ward--we basically don't know how they handle the baby roaming. Especially if they don't have kids of their own.
During the 2nd hour, I stayed in Nursery with Caleb so we can acclimate him to being in there and Danny went to Sunday School. I took him with me to Relief Society until Danny could finish up with the Priesthood opening exercises, get the keyboard back the library, fill out a tithing slip and come get Caleb. Since he didn't last longer than a couple minutes in RS, we ended up sitting out in the hall eating Cheerios that he started throwing because he wanted something else. I was done and was just going to text Danny to let him know that I was on my way home to put Caleb down for a nap and I'd be back to pick them up after church. It was 1:25 when Danny showed up. I thought he'd forgotten about me. I made a quick pit stop in the ladies room and then slipped back into Relief Society {and by slipped in, I of course mean that I made a huge scene because when the door opens, everyone turns their head to see who is interrupting the lesson}.
The lesson was on repentance and the whole time I was feeling bad for feeling so grumpy and that I should probably repent. But then church was over and it was business as usual. Trying to get something to eat in time to head out the door to do visiting teaching. An hour and a half later, I got home and Danny and Caleb were asleep. Cole doesn't ever take naps so he was playing Legos and was super bored. I wanted to take a quick nap on the couch but I also wanted to get a headstart on my lesson for next month so I laid on the couch and started reading through the lesson. Cole wanted to type in Microsoft word so I let him do some typing and every time I started to doze off he would ask me a question or want to read me what he had typed. Then Caleb woke up and started crying. Just in time.
We played on the couch for about 15 minutes before he made it clear that he would start a yelling fit if he didn't get fed. He eats food as fast as I can get it put on his tray. We've had too many choking scares to count. So now we have to set one piece of food in front of him at a time. I eat most of my meals during the week, standing next to his highchair while I feed him.
Danny woke up and I asked if he minded if I tried to lay down for a while. I was getting a headache and wanted even just a 45 minute nap. It wasn't meant to be. Caleb was yelling {not even just crying--but yelling} almost the entire time so the thought of getting a nap was laughable.
I don't feel like cooking anything for dinner, I feel disgusting from all the sugar I've eaten the last couple days and I'm the kind of tired that just makes you want to cry. This girl is checking in early tonight.
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