I kinda sorta feel like I just sold my soul to the devil, so I felt the need to write another post to make up for that. Truth be told, I had a six hour reprieve from the kid today, so there's not too much to report. He decided it'd be fun to wake up a little before 8 a.m. this morning, which I am not a fan of. Honestly, he didn't even wake me up; it was one of my dogs growling at him as she does every time he wakes up that got my attention.
I changed him as he'd soaked through his diaper, and then I made him a double serving of oatmeal because that boy can eat. One reason I think he was so fussy yesterday is because I didn't feed him enough. After that, he ate about 1,000 crackers while I got him ready for his big day out. His grandmother (my cousin's mother and my uncle's ex-wife) had emailed me to see if she could come get him around 11, and I was more than happy to let her. She came to pick him up, and I apologized to her if I smelled bad because, as we've noted, I haven't showered all week.
Once he was gone, that's the first thing I did: took a long, hot shower. It was oh so sweet. Unfortunately, I noted that I had huge dark circles under my eyes, and I looked like I'd aged ten years in one week. Hopefully, that will go away. I think that is one reason I look so much younger than many people I went to high school/church/college with: no kids. The next thing I did was to just sit here and enjoy not being responsible for another human being. I then got in my car and went places without having to break a nail on an impossible car-seat buckle. I'd just gotten home and was thinking I might watch some Shepard Smith and take a quickie nap on the sofa when the kid's grandmother called and asked if she could bring him back.
The good thing is, he didn't take much of a nap today, so he got pretty tired pretty early. I fed him, changed him, and I let him play for a little while, but he was out like a light by 7:45. I have no idea what time he'll get up in the morning, but since it's Friday, I'm not going to sweat it too much. His mom won't be back until late afternoon, so my plan is to get up, get him and his stuff together, and we're going to spend a day out on the town. It seems to make the time go by faster, and he loves to be out and about. Plus, it's supposed to be fairly warm tomorrow, so I'm thinking maybe a trip to the park is in order.
As my week comes to an end, I've decided that it really wasn't that bad. I even kind of missed the little guy when he was gone today. I was going to say it's become second nature, but the heat made a noise earlier that woke him up, and when I heard him scream, my first thought was what is that? I still don't think it's as hard as some people make it out to be, but I know it's unfair to make that call after four days. I still think some parents are just overly whiny about how rough they have it, especially those who have babysitters and spouses to help them out.
Honestly, I thought it'd deter me from wanting kids, and while it hasn't done that, it has made me rethink the whole adopting as a single parent thing. I mean, eventually, that may be something I have to do if I want to have kids, but I might give it a few more years.
Or at least wait until I'm wealthy enough to afford hired help...