Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Motherhood: When it's good...

...it's fantastic. When it's bad, it's like a bad babysitting gig that Will. Not. End. When it's really bad, it's like a job as a prison guard.

This morning was a little like the prison guard gig, though it's more about my fatigue than it is about how cranky BabyGirl has been--it's not like I've had feces thrown at me, yet. And I haven't been bitten in, like, months. But as I was getting her dressed I realized that she was passively resisting me, quite calmly, the entire time. Arms come out head opening, feet find their way into the same leg of the pants, toes spread wide, and so on. It was the look on her face that tipped me off, plus the fact that every little thing went wrong--consistency like that is probably deliberate.

It makes me just so tired. I'm a mombie for now. See Mr. Nice Guy's blog for a definition: http://bonnehomme.blogspot.com/

The good news is that tomorrow we head over the river and through the woods to see Grandma Boo.

It dawned on me the other day that since the day I met this child, I haven't been away from her for more than, say, four or five hours. That kind of freaks me out, especially since I didn't even notice that fact until it had been a year. I need a day off, but I don't see it happening anytime soon.


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