I made it through yesterday by giving up on the notion of getting any work done and just calling it a "day off" (a term to be used loosely when caring for a child). Good thing I did since it took ages to calm him down enough for him to fall asleep. Our usual fifteen minute routine lasted about forty minutes. We had plans around lunch which meant Oliver had to be up by eleven, so I ended up with less than an hour in which I had to shower, dress, do make-up, tidy the house, prep lunch and pump a bottle. It was close, but I made it. My dreams of a morning workout were dashed, but we survived. The afternoon was much the same, but I know it isn't his fault and he isn't happy with it either.
I keep trying to start the day by blocking out the previous day. A sort of clean slate. So this morning I brought Oliver back into our bed (well, my bed by that time as Ken's already at work) to nurse him and have some morning cuddles before breakfast. It was going well and I was even reading a book from my new favorite series (Tomorrow When the War Began). Oliver decided he was done and wanted to climb around, which is pretty typical. I put my book down and he started trying to climb over my head to the headboard. It's wood and metal and Oliver is fascinated by it. He'd already burped, but I suddenly heard that sound parents of little ones are all too familiar with... that "I'm about to throw up milk" sound. I tried to work my fast mum reflexes and get him flipped around (I know, horrible right? but if he's face up he just swallows it instead of giving the gift of slightly digested milk). I thought it worked until I felt something wet on my head. As I got him all the way onto his back, which meant I was sitting upright now, I felt that warm feeling of predigested food sliding down my forehead.
Turns out I wasn't fast enough. It was in my hair and on my face. Even better? I hadn't even managed to save the sheets. At least they took more of a beating than I did. A complete loss really... But what can you do but smile, call your little monster and monkey and get on with the morning?
Ah right, cross your fingers he goes down for his first nap easily so you can have a shower.
