TS - Ten Things I Want To Do

Loud Thing's other nickname is "She Who Cannot Be Put Down". Because she's not old enough yet to let her lay and scream, somebody has to hold her at all times, except for brief stints on the changing table. Which she screams through. However, if you're holding her and if you nurse her on demand, she doesn't cry or fuss much at all. Very different from Pink Thing, who had colic. Foodslave and I do not miss the 4 hour stints pacing the floor with a screeching infant.

The Top Ten Things I Want To Do But Cannot Because I'm Holding Loud Thing:

1) Go to the bathroom.

2) Cook food and eat it, not to mention feed it to the rest of the family.

3) Update Meankitty's website (blogging I can do with one hand; photoediting, coding et al not so much).

4) Pick up all of Pink Thing's toys, which have spread throughout the house like kudzu and function as a definite walking hazard.

5) Go grocery shopping (not quite as necessary as it used to be considering item #2).

6) Go for a brisk swim in our backyard pool to work off the pregnancy pounds (Can you guess which of these items is a TOTAL LIE?).

7) Take a shower, though Loud Thing and Pink Thing do not seem to mind the funk. Foodslave wouldn't dare comment because then he'd have to hold Loud Thing and sleep on the couch. Come to think of it, if he got his heiney booted to the couch, he wouldn't have to help with the baby during the wee hours, so I hope he doesn't come up with the idea to diss me independently. Or I can think of other, more suitable punishment, like permanent catbox duty (Another big laugh! He already HAS that! Although my "I could be pregnant" excuse is at an end, because, uh, after barfing for 9 months a second go around, I got myself spayed.)

8) Go upstairs in the attic and find that damned baby mirror so I can prop it beside Loud Thing during diaper changes and maybe it will fool her into not screaming long enough to get through the process without blood trickling from my ears. I tell you, visitors, this girl is LOUD! Hence the name.

9) Finish converting the bonus room, also upstairs, into a workable office space. Everything is in 18 gallon tubs, so when we need envelopes, stamps, paper, packing tape, cute little notebooks and crayons to occupy Pink Thing for ten minutes, the hole punch (don't ask), the computer backup cds, (really don't ask, I might cry), my stash of Realms of Fantasy magazines to see if I have them all or if my mail is disappearing again, that damn book I was reading and didn't finish because SOMEBODY otherwise known as Foodslave packed all my stuff up and took it upstairs, the booklight so I can use it at 3 am when Loud Thing is nursing for about 45 minutes and I want to read but don't want to wake my dear Foodslave, snoozing happily, and last but not least Pink Thing's baby book I never finished and now that we have #2 I feel really guilty about it, not that I've gotten a baby book for #2, but maybe there's a way I can convert Pink Thing's book into a double-decker book and put both their crap in there and be done with it, man.

10) Change into clothes that don't have spit up on them. I guess it's kind of a moot point, considering item #7. Let's just hope nobody comes to visit unexpectedly, shall we? They would open the door and smell the funk and see nothing but a battered landscape of toys, spit rags, empty dvd cases, the "sick bed" from when Pink Thing had a stomach bug this week-end and slept in the living room floor where the spew would do less damage, shoes, blankets, the Elmo chair, the empty tubs the toys are supposed to be in, crumbs (happily hidden beneath all the other detritus), and half my sister's wardrobe where she's been trying on dresses in hopes of finding something appropriate for a June wedding--not hers, my cousin's, and the hard part is she also has to find something for Grandma to wear, as Grandma refuses to go shopping and has been insisting she's going to wear this black dress from the early 90's that is more appropriate for a funeral.

So those are the ten things I'd most like to do but cannot because...got this baby.

SOMEBODY PUT ME DOWN! I am SHOCKED! I must scream!

TS