Is it Friday Yet?

I'm counting down the hours.

Not really, but today was definitely a little more trying. I'll try not to type out the whole play-by-play, as I realize that's boring, but it's all I've got to blog about lately. (Though I'm on the verge of blogging about politics again...soon. Maybe.)

Anyway, the little munchkin woke up a little before 9 a.m., and while I could have slept another hour or two, I decided it was probably cruel to just let him sit in his little cage while I got my sleep on. So, we got up, and I made him some oatmeal. I washed some dishes. I did some laundry. I made myself this healthy smoothy I've been meaning to try for a while. I got him a snack, and he settled in to watch Sesame Street, while I pulled out the laptop and looked for some recipes. I was feeling like the Super Nanny.

And then he started whining.

Whining annoys me. His mom told me he'd been doing this lately, so I followed her instructions for how to deal with it. It didn't quite work out. Everything seemed to upset him; it didn't matter what I did. He would play for a little while and then come whining to me. I got him more food, I changed his diaper, I played with him and I even let him pet Sadie (who growls when he comes too close). I finally decided that I couldn't take anymore of this pretending to be a stay-at-home mom junk. Our cozy day at home was making me stir-crazy anyway.

I didn't care that my clothing was covered in sweet potatoes, and I didn't care that I haven't showered in a few days. I loaded him up and we drove to the grocery store. He drifted off to sleep on the way, which made me think that's probably one reason he was so fussy. I got him out and took him inside and took my sweet time trying to come up with some things to buy. He sat happily in the buggie while I shopped.

On the way home, I swung by Burger King to get my dogs some hamburgers (I know, I know), and I decided to get him one too. OK, I got me one too. Sue me. Anyway, I tore his little burger into a gazillion pieces, we ate lunch, and he was happy until about 2:30, when the whining started again, so I decided he could go down for his nap early.

I watched Shepard Smith in peace, and I actually got some work done. Around 5:30, I started worrying that he was sleeping too long, so I went to check on him, and he seemed to be fine. Obviously, he needed some sleep. I was just about to sit back down when Gabby took it upon herself to bark for no reason, and suddenly, he was wide awake.

I heated his dinner up in the microwave. It was this godawful-looking baby food microwave dinner with chicken chunks, mashed potatoes, and carrots. He enjoyed a few bites of the potatoes, but when I put a piece of chicken in his mouth, he started screaming at the top of his lungs. And I mean screaming! Food and spit were flying everywhere. I finally sent his mom a text, asking her if she had ever fed her one of these things before. She was like, "Oh yeah, but he doesn't really like them."

No kidding!

So, I tossed that right in the garbage and he ended up eating a gazillion other things. After that and a diaper change, I decided maybe he was just hungry, because he seemed a lot more settled. I let him run around naked (in a diaper) for a bit. Tonight was bath night, and I had this terrible fear of him pooping in my tub, so I thought I'd give him a little more time to digest everything (and he did...twice). He had a good time with his toys and then I changed his diaper and he screamed at the top of his lungs again. That's probably when I started counting down until bedtime.

I ended up putting him in his little cage so I could go get the bathtub ready for his bath, and I noticed that the water from my last shower (from a few days ago), was still in the tub. Long story short, I ended up reaching my hand down the drain and pulling out gobs of nasty, slimy hair that I hoped like hell was mine and not the home's previous residents'. After all of this, I ran back into the living room, grabbed a toy that was bath-friendly, a plastic cub, his shampoo/body wash, and him in one big swoop, and we ran back to the bathroom. I put him in the tub and he squealed with delight.

I let him play for a few minutes and then I began washing him. Good Lord, that child started screaming again. And when I went to wash his hair...holy crap. He hated it. I tried so hard not to get it in his face, but he was bucking and jerking and then he'd go limp when I tried to move him. When I was sure I had all of the soap off of him, I gathered him in a towel and he just grinned at me like none of that had even happened. Sigh.

So, I got him dressed, and we were back in the living room by 8 p.m. American Idol was on, and he was very fascinated by this program, even dancing at times when someone was singing. He played and watched, and I breathed a big sigh of relief that bedtime was in sight. Before he goes to bed, he gets a cup of milk, so I got that ready and he could barely stand up to drink it. I cuddled him for a while, and he drank his milk and watched TV, and as soon as the clock hit 9, he went to bed. And I came back to the living room, plopped myself down on my loveseat and only moved to make some hot chocolate about an hour ago.

I had all these great plans for after he went to sleep (shower, anyone?), but I got caught up in some story someone posted on Facebook, and then there was the Daily Show and well, now I'm just sleepy.

While today wasn't the best, I haven't made any doctor's appointments to have my reproductive organs stripped from my body. My lack of accomplishing anything today was mostly my fault, as I just wasn't motivated, baby or not. I'm still enjoying his company, and I would gladly keep him again if the need arises. But I ain't gonna lie: when I found out his grandmother may come get him for a while tomorrow, I got a tiny bit happy.