-Levi down for nap: check.
-Lunch fixed and consumed: check.
-Potty break: check.
-Facebook properly perused: check.
-Cleaning the laundry area (a chore I wrote up for myself yesterday, because I seem to think writing down what needs to be done will somehow motivate me more than just knowing in my head): Uh… get back to me on that. I’m sure I will find time to do that later.
-Blog (aka an excuse to avoid dreaded chores by making myself look busy, as I write about what I was supposed to do and how I’m not doing it): CHECK!
I may be avoiding a chore (that, come on, doesn’t REALLY need to be done that badly… it’s not like, “Oh no! The house will clearly be uninhabitable if the laundry area doesn’t look neat! This will definitely affect my child’s mental capacity, as well as give him ADHD and potentially afflict him with early onset teenage angst!!), but I’d like to think I’ve been decently productive today. I put together a shelf, and I believe I get bonus points because, instead of using it as a decorative shelf as originally planned, I used it to clear up a BUNCH of OTHER shelves filled with dvd cases and loose dvds. I have to say, that corner of the living room does look LOVELY now. I just have to go back to Target and buy more shelves now that I’ve learned how awesome they really are. SCORE! And only $15!! …See? Very productive, AND unselfish. So far, so good.
What else have I done today, you ask? Well, that shelf might score as the major thing of the day so far, but I DID make my child his favorite meal of ravioli for lunch. No simple task, that! Now, it could be that I’m horribly OCD about really stupid things when it comes to food (yeah, it’s probably that), but I have to make sure all the ravioli have sauce evenly spread over them, with no spot left uncovered, and then they have to be properly arranged on the plate. I don’t think I’m being TOO crazy about this. Who wants an unsauced bite of ravioli? And if they’re not arranged properly, then they don’t heat right and one bite will horrifically burn your mouth, and the next bite will still be half frozen. This is an art, I tell you.
Is that Levi I hear crying? I just put him down not even an hour ago… please tell me he hasn’t taken his nap yet… I’m not ready for Mommy Time to end just yet…
Turns out I forgot to give him his binky when I put him to bed. What kind of horrible mother am I?? I forget this one thing today, what will it be tomorrow?? I can only imagine the horrible, terrible things I might forget that will forever detrimentally affect my child in the worst imaginable way!
Okay, I’m not really that worried about it. What I AM worried about with this Binky issue, however, (I was contemplating this on my way back to my laptop) is what I am going to do when it is time to wean him off of it. I shudder to think of the hell we will be propelled into during the fight to teach him to sleep without its comfort. I’m not joking. He LOVES his binkies. Has since day one, when he came out screaming and the nurse spent under 2 minutes with him and said, “This one’s definitely a Sucker.” (Don’t be immature). If (and that’s a HUGE IF) John and I decide to have another child in the future, I really hope we can bypass the whole binky thing. Those first few months where they can’t keep it in their mouth, or put it back in by themselves when it falls out, is tedious and torturous. Several times I contemplated duct taping it to Levi’s face. Then, once he could crawl (and eventually walk), his binkies would disappear, never to be found again. When we move, I expect that we will find 20+ binkies strewn about that we thought we would never see again. He needs his binkies to fall asleep, needs them in his car seat, needs them when out in public (if he’s in a fussy mood). Now, I realize there are many moms who might say, suck it up! He’ll cry and get over it! But this is where my Lazy Mom Affliction comes into play. Let me clarify: Most of the time, I won’t give Levi something just because he’s screaming for it and I want him to stop. That would teach him horrific habits and I’d rather die than be “That Mom,” or have to deal with the monster he would inevitably turn into. However, I don’t want to LISTEN to those screams if I simply don’t have to, if a Binky will quiet him up. I also don’t want to listen to him cry forever at night when he’s trying to fall asleep, especially if putting a Binky in his mouth will cause him to instantly pass out. I have this faint hope that this situation will somehow work itself out in good time, that one day Levi will suddenly decide that he doesn’t need his binky to fall asleep, and he can be content and quiet just with his mouth shut. However, I don’t want that to be when he’s 13. Can you say AWK-WARD? Ugh… well, this isn’t something that is an issue at this moment. So I’m going to do with it what I did with the laundry area business from earlier… I’ll put it off til later, because I’m sure in the future I will have time and energy to deal with it. Right?
By the way, I totally did NOT intend for this blog to talk about Binkies. Heh.
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