why is it when you have a million things to do you don't want to do any of them? we are having a little halloween party with the Turza cousins tomorrow, have a family party with frankie's other side of the family that evening and then I'm in training (cpr, etc) for coaching pretty much all day Sunday. I have to cook, scrub the house, do 5 million pounds of laundry, put together a baby gift...not to mention make dinner and then go coach tonight. It is 2:30, the house is half assed-ly picked up and I'm plopped on the couch and watching Private Practice. Eff me.
As a side note, I'm panicked about Sunday. Not about the training - that stuff has been ingrained into my head since I was 15 - but about being gone from Finn all day. I have to leave around 7:30am and probably won't be home until the evening and I have no idea when I'm going to pump. I'm terrified that Finn will have troubles with a bottle at each feeding pretty much all day, I'm scared Frank is going to be out of his mind. I'm scared that only pumping is going to tank my supply.
Also? I'm half assing the play date tomorrow. I was going to go crazy cute with decorations and cute food and Halloween inspired names for food.....instead I'm hoping the house will be decent, the baby won't be hysterical and that I'll remember to put breast pads in so I don't leak onto my shirt with guests around. Standards with a second baby? GONE. We're going for survival with a little bit of fun thrown in. Time for over the top decorations and labels and website worthy party crap? Gone. Time for sitting my ass during nap time, on the computer and watching Private Practice? Apparently tons. Go me.
Word vomit 101 today, folks.
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