6:43 AM That's what time my darling little girl FINALLY fell asleep, pressed against my chest...the bare part that my tank top didn't cover any more because she wrapped her tiny little fist around the edge, right in the middle, and pulled it down to my belly button. Her sweet little face, pressed against the bare part of my chest, had an open mouth from which drool poured like Niagra Falls. When I finally dared to move her to the car-seat so I could take Chaz to school, the suction grip sounding it's release was so loud I thought she would wake up. Luckily, she kept on dozing and only fussed for a moment when I was adjusting her safety straps. A quick rock rock rock of the carrier and off we went to the car. After dropping off my older, grouchy, teenager, I raced to Starbucks like they were running out of espresso and ordered a Grande Iced Caramel Macchiato with an extra shot and a Veggie Artisan Sandwich. Yummy! I quickly slurped most of that drink, wishing I had ordered a Venti instead and arrived home with my darling pumpkin head still asleep.
I released the car seat from it's base, locked up the car, unlocked the house, and deposited it (baby and all) in the bathroom where I turned on the hot water and started filling the tub. She was going to get steamed in hopes that it would help clear her chronic nasal congestion and I was going to get a hot, hopefully, relaxing bath. No one barging in or knocking on the other side of the door to inform me that now, just as I've sunk in to water up to my ears, now they have to go to the bathroom. No one crying (hopefully) because they're just fed belly is suddenly empty due to a large poop filling her, just moments ago dry, diaper. No gypsy punk or hard rock music in the background (Nick calms EmiJo with this music. Weird, eh?) No cat vying for my attention. No chores. Nothing, but peace, quiet, and a little baby's snores nearby.
I forgot, if i don't leave the door unlatched, the cat will "knock" incessantly thinking he's missing out on something far greater than everything else going on outside the bathroom. So, I unlatch the door and sink back down into the water, grab my magazine, and finally I can relax.
It was probably the most relaxing bath, and productive as I actually got to wash my hair AND shave my legs this time, that I've had in awhile. I take baths often, but mostly to try and warm my feet and relax my leg muscles. I have a chair massager for my back, that I rarely use cuz it's placed in a weird spot in the house, but there's no room for it elsewhere, but I don't have any way, other than manual massage, to relax my legs. Besides, it's the best way to get my breast milk flowing for my daughter. Any time I bathe before feeding her, she seems to drown in Mommy milk and she USUALLY sleeps for a few hours. Not that I can sleep then, but I try most nights to lay down too.
Better take advantage of the remaining moments of quiet in the house. Nick's asleep (after staying up until 5:30am trying to get EmiJo to sleep), Chaz is at school for a few more hours, the cat is staring out the window from his cat tower perch, and the baby is currently resting. A load of diapers is on it's first wash (one more to go) and I really want to try and plan some meals around the food in the house. I keep trying this and one day, I will be successful at it. Or I'll give up and hire a chef.
TTFN (ta ta for now)
