Standards

Months ago, Alex and a friend were playing upstairs one afternoon when I heard Alex say, "My Mom say we can't take toys downstairs..."

Yes, we once had firm expectations in this house. The no toys downstairs was something I read about in a magazine article about not letting your kids take over your spaces...maybe Martha?

Sure, V and I are sleeping less with a new baby in the house. It's not as bad as everyone, dramatically, forewarned us about, but it is, slowly, making us (me) dumber. Maybe more unaware? I'm patiently waiting for the things I think I can get done in a day to unite with the actual number of things I can get done in a day, once again.


Old Expectation: No toys downstairs
New Reality:

Old Expectation: Start the day with a fruit and veggie smoothie!
New Reality:

No more smoothies! It takes way to long to make and I started doing dumb things like this! Do you know what else takes a really long time? Pre-washing produce after a grocery store trip. How much time did I used to have?!



Pre-baby expectation: The baby will start sleeping in his room the first night!
New Reality:

Not only will baby not sleep in his room, he will also not sleep in the Pack N' Play. He will only sleep, loosely swaddled, in the rock and play...


Pre-baby expectation: A lot of things that turned out not to be the way things go...

Like our bathroom, that is now a closet and changing station.




Hey, Look!
This gas pump looks like a robot!
I never needed a pair of googly eyes more than this day.

That's all.
Must sleep more.