Blame it on the hormones.
I'm a wee bit sick and damn tired of relatives.
First, my mother stayed from the day Charlie was born until Wednesday or Thursday. It was nice to have her around for the first few days because I was in serious pain, and she cooked and kept the house from falling apart when I was unable to bend over to pull up my own panties, much less cook dinner. Then she left, and my sister and bro-in-law came for the weekend. They're low maintenance visitors. Then they left and my sister-in-law and brother-in-law came by today for a few hours. Tim's niece has been calling, setting a time to come, then cancelling at the last minute for three days now, as has his other sister. It's frustrating to spend the afternoon thinking someone's coming only to have them change their mind at the last minute. I have to time feedings and naps and what not so that I won't be starting to feed him just as someone rolls up to visit. It takes like 45 minutes to feed him.
Today Tim's sister held him for two straight hours, and tonight he was being pissy because he now thinks he ought to be able to sleep in someone's arms instead of in his crib. I'm sure it'll be the same way whenever Niece finally shows up and spends the entire damn afternoon holding him.
Basically, I just want people to stay the hell away and keep their germy hands off my baby. It does no good to put a gigantic bottle of Germ-X on the coffee table. People can't take a damn hint, and then they get offended if you ask them to wash their hands.
People are stupid and I hate them.
First, my mother stayed from the day Charlie was born until Wednesday or Thursday. It was nice to have her around for the first few days because I was in serious pain, and she cooked and kept the house from falling apart when I was unable to bend over to pull up my own panties, much less cook dinner. Then she left, and my sister and bro-in-law came for the weekend. They're low maintenance visitors. Then they left and my sister-in-law and brother-in-law came by today for a few hours. Tim's niece has been calling, setting a time to come, then cancelling at the last minute for three days now, as has his other sister. It's frustrating to spend the afternoon thinking someone's coming only to have them change their mind at the last minute. I have to time feedings and naps and what not so that I won't be starting to feed him just as someone rolls up to visit. It takes like 45 minutes to feed him.
Today Tim's sister held him for two straight hours, and tonight he was being pissy because he now thinks he ought to be able to sleep in someone's arms instead of in his crib. I'm sure it'll be the same way whenever Niece finally shows up and spends the entire damn afternoon holding him.
Basically, I just want people to stay the hell away and keep their germy hands off my baby. It does no good to put a gigantic bottle of Germ-X on the coffee table. People can't take a damn hint, and then they get offended if you ask them to wash their hands.
People are stupid and I hate them.
THERE'S the Ann we all know and love. Welcome back!
Posted by
Stewed Hamm |
3:29 PM
It is hard to deal with people when you are EXHAUSTED!! We never had that issue when our kids were born because we were all alone and that is no picnic either..
Keep smiling because you may want them to babysit for you one day :)
Posted by
Anonymous |
5:34 PM
My daughter was born in January, and i remember being TERRIFIED someone would give her the flu. Then, I was terrified I would do something wrong and MAKE her sick. My mother in law came every day for the first week, and, rather than help with the house stuff, she just wanted to do all the baby stuff that I wanted to do.
I was glad when everybody got over it and went home. Of course, by then it was time for me to go back to work. They should give more time off for having babies.
Posted by
Anonymous |
7:00 PM
SH, You know it.
Julie, Yeah, I'm trying.
Damn Yank, That's how I feel about him getting sick. And yeah, by the time they get over it, Tim will be going back to work. I'll probably have some more time off, but they're wasting the time we should be spending together. Alone.
Posted by
Mommy Needs a Xanax |
12:15 PM