Operation "Save the Grass" started yesterday. We never got all the leaves raked last fall and now that the snow has almost melted a squished down, partly decomposed layer of leaves is visible. And of course it's blocking sunlight from getting to the grass. Once the leaves come out on the oak trees in the back yard the grass will get no sunlight, so time is of the essence.
Devin did not enjoy being outside while Liam and I raked. Something about being stuffed into a suit that didn't even allow him access to his hands, then being buckled into a stroller and left sitting with the sun shining in his eyes didn't seem fun to him. I got in about half an hour of raking before heading in with the intention of starting supper. That didn't go well since the baby was fussy and I had no tolerance left for fussing. None.
We just can't seem to completely shake these colds. For the past several days Devin has been stuffed up. That means he doesn't sleep very well and when he wakes up at night he can't really nurse laying down. And he's very prone to nurse for a few minutes, need to catch his breath and decide that he'd rather scream loudly for several minutes than nurse. This makes it hard for me to sleep. This might also be related to the fact that he seems pretty constipated. I thought I had solved this problem by giving him water mixed with apple juice, but it turns out that just doing this once isn't enough to solve the problem.
So I mentioned my despair about sickness on Facebook and my mom suggested washing the bedding. Oh. Right. Why didn't I think of that. Really. This is not the sarcastic part. Mark it down to exhaustion. I haven't even washed the quilt since the last time the baby threw up on it. And there are still old snotty bits of toilet paper sitting around. Really. Germs. But aren't we supposed to build up an immunity to sicknesses we've already had?
And how can I possibly avoid getting every sickness the baby gets? I have a sore throat. Go figure. Devin's favorite thing to do while he's nursing, or when he needs to be comforted is to try to stick his fingers into my mouth and nose. Then I clamp my mouth shut and he tries to squeeze his fingers through. When I'm extra tired and can't breath through my nose real well I find this extremely irritating. This and pretty much everything else that happens. Ever.
We're trying to (start to) get things arranged for the time when Devin gets really mobile. Liam has identified some toys that he feels can be moved to the attic for the time being. Yesterday during the horrible-fussy-baby-mommy-exhausted time I stepped on some Legos and proceeded to put a bunch of Legos and other toys into a garbage bag. Then I ran out of anger and haven't figure out what to do with the stuff in the bag other than try to make Liam put it away.
So it's Saturday and Liam really wants to go over to one of two friend's houses. So that he can play video games with them. They have WIIs. It has begun. Socializing through the use of electronics. I never do that. Now he says he should go because Allen and I are both exhausted. That would give us a break, right. How considerate.
Except how much of a break is it really? We need to put laundry away and work on the leaves and the kitchen. Our dear friend Mary came over on...Tuesday and helped with the kitchen, but (annoyingly) we eat every day and just have to keep cleaning it up. And of course the baby still needs to be taken care of. And I should eat something besides tea and chocolate chip cookies.
So happy Saturday.
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