You know, the kind of day where you find yourself looking on journalismjobs.com/mediabistro to see if anyone is looking to employ a retired journalist who's seen neither hide nor hair of the box containing her portfolio and clips for the past two years? (Or however it likens to your situation.)
It started at 6:15 a.m.
I know, I'm spoiled. But typically when the kids awake before the appointed time (7 a.m.), I let them sit it out in their beds.
But today Jane screamed the scream of alarm. So I ran to her room.
She was faking me out.
She was still faking me out when she pretended to have a dirty diaper (you know what kind of dirty I mean -- not piddle).
And then she wouldn't get back in bed. Nor would she stay in her room.
This led to Elliot's early rise.
And then neither of them slept all day long. All day.
Instead, they've screamed. And I mean really screamed.
I almost called their father for respite, but I can't ask for rescue two days in a row.
You see, yesterday afternoon, Lane calls to see how I'm doing. Now, I had no intention of letting my bad-day voice seep through the phone. But it did.
Lane: Are you having a bad day?
Me: Yes.
Lane: The kids?
Me: No, the kids have been wonderful. It's an I-Hate-Myself Day. Nothing at all to do with the kids.
Lane (I can hear him in the background unbuttoning his work shirt to reveal his Superman uniform): I'm on my way home. I'll take them to the park and you do something for yourself. Get your hair cut or go to a bookstore.
Me (with a smile that had to be heard): You don't have to do that.
Lane: I already am.
Then I showed him how to wear the Baby Bjorn.
My hero.
8 comments:
Lane, you are such a stud. That's my kind of romeo who straps on a baby and takes over. You lucky lady!!! I know what you mean though and it's hard when those days hit back to back.
Lane,
You're welcome for the advice.
ira
Like father like son. . .divine nature by inheritance. . .and we (you and I, Rachel) are the joyful recipients. . .
I've totally been there. Way to go Lane!!
That Lane. He's a gem. My praises are best summed up in the words of geniuses Salt'n'Pepa: "Whatta man, whatta man, whatta man, whatta mighty good man."
wow you hit the jackpot! it's not easy having babies a year apart (trust me I know) and it helps so much when you have a great husband like that.
I hate days like that! That is nice that he wants to help you so much! Yeah for awesome husbands!
Here's hoping tomorrow's a better day :) Lane sounds like a great guy.
Ironic,isn't it... we always want what we don't have. Today I was trying to figure out how to get out of my journalism job and yet maintaining the pay.
Tricky.
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