Late Night Musings - 18 Months In

This is motherhood: here I sit, at 2:45 in the morning, watching Caribbean Life on HGTV and trying to quietly type my thoughts without waking a very talkative 18 month old. I swear that being a mom is really just undercover ninja training. Being THIS quiet is hard! I want to exhale loudly... especially if putting Baby K down takes an extended amount of time (which has been the case lately). But NO, quiet is a necessity for at least 20 minutes after she closes her chocolate colored eyeballs. 

Being quiet at night is also really messing up my late night snacking life. I end up eating whatever makes the least amount of noise... which is never anything exceptionally good. I mean, chips come in crinkly bags, so guess who is eating pickles or canned fruit in the middle of the night? Not that there is anything wrong with those snacks, but, uh, if I have had to "mom" all day, I want some salty chips or great candy that I don't have to share. 

Really I just want some quiet alone time because Baby K has a doctor appointment tomorrow (technically today... like 11 hours from now) and she is scheduled for shots. Y'all, parents should be able to drink at appointments where shots happen. Ok, I should be able to drink at appointments where shots happen. I always duck out of the room before the needles come out... then swoop back in to play comforter-in-chief AKA Captain Save the Baby. I'm ok with that. 

I LEGIT just had a heart stopping moment: Baby K rolled over and opened her eyes slightly. I seriously thought I was going to have to throw this laptop over the side of the bed and fake snore until she drifted back to sleep. But, thankfully, she closed her eyes and ventured back into la la land.


HGTV is still playing in the background... These people are sickening. I just heard someone say that $744,000 for a vacation house isn't bad. Excuse me while I silently vomit. 

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