I must admit that I have practically nothing to write about today...and in a way that's good. It was an utterly peaceful day with nothing but a little extra coughing from my son to cause any worries.
We did very little today; I organized various papers (as he followed me and "re-organized," i.e. scattered, everything I was organizing); we played in the living room; he crawled around and stood against the cabinets as I cleaned the kitchen and dining room; he crawled around a little bit on our tiny patch of lawn as I pulled weeds; we listened to music; we went to the grocery; he ate, a lot. He only took one long nap, this morning (and no, I didn't panic, in spite of what I wrote yesterday), and I made phone calls and organized a bit more as he slept.
The normalcy is a bit stultifying, it's true. But it's also a relief after the upheavals of last week.
And it won't last long. Tomorrow, the city is digging up our sewer line and repairing it, right in front of our house. It will continue for at least three days...I'm worried, of course, about the effect on my baby's naps. But if worst comes to worst, I'm going to take him on more strolls for the next three days; or he'll nap in the playpen downstairs. We'll get through it.
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