On getting ditched
This past weekend Dan went to California for some races. It was the first time I’ve been left alone with the baby overnight since I had her. I was terrified. Not really but the last time he left me alone when I was a little uncomfortable about it – hello, I gave birth! Not that I was worried about that this time. No siree. But living an hour away from the closest people you know is a little scary with an infant. That’s on any given day though, I guess whether he’s gone or not. So, in a nutshell, I’m just a freak – there’s no good reason to freak out about getting left alone with the baby. Maybe I just like being able to dump her in his room so I can walk away for a minute. I think that’s a good enough reason.
So, yeah. He left and had a great ole’ time in freaking California without me. (Yes, I’m dying for a trip to CA. It’s been almost two years and I am having withdrawals.) Meanwhile, I’m at home with the Monster Who Will Not Sleep. From Friday morning until 2 AM last night I maybe had sixteen hours of sleep. She didn’t sleep at night and I’d drudge through, thinking “It’s okay, you can sleep when she takes a nap.” Except? The child wouldn’t take a nap. Well, she would but it was twenty-ish minutes and what good is that going to do me? She wasn’t grouchy though which always makes a world of difference.
Dan flew in last night and instead of driving the hour home just to wait an hour and drive an hour back to pick him up, we hung out at the mall for a good, long forever. Having a baby actually makes that much easier. I’ve tried wasting time waiting at the mall before just to go insane and wish I would have driven home and back. Kids make things take forever.
We went to the airport and picked him up and she didn’t really care when she saw him. “Oh. It’s another person. How nice.” But then he walked away into the bathroom and WOAH! Screaming baby. Then she was his best buddy when he got back out. I guess that whole nonchalant, I won’t let him know that I care he’s home thing didn’t work so well for her.
He’s leaving us again for a whole week next month and after this no-sleep fest, I’m not so sure how I feel about that.
Thoroughly enjoying the gifts lavished upon her at her father’s return.