Super Funk

The munchkin is officially 10 weeks old today. I’m not sure where the time went but I wouldn’t mind getting some of it back. Mostly the part where I was home with her enjoying her sleepy snuggles and not having much more than a fleeting thought about work.

This week has been her first week not with me during the day. This was super necessary if I am to get anything accomplished on any of the projects that I have going at work at the moment. In my scared mommy guilt I decided that I would put her with my friend down the street during the day until July when she would transition to daycare. She has done super well there during the day all week and when she comes home, aside from a little normal dinnertime grumpiness, she is such a happy baby. She adjusted just fine and I think the baby steps of having her just a few doors down with someone I know and trust has helped me as well. The first and second days were hard on me but after I saw her consistently coming home in a good mood, I really knew that it was all in my head and that she was just fine.

Now I can’t seem to get out of my head. I am getting work done and that feels good knowing that I am getting things accomplished. I am even able to vacuum and take care of the house and laundry after work when I pick up the kid. So why do I feel so stuck the last few days? Up until these last few days I have felt super level and happy. I am enjoying adjusting to a stricter routine than I am usually accustomed to and everyone else in my house seems to be enjoying that as well, yet I have these bouts of anger (which is too strong a word but I’m not sure what else to use right now) where I feel like I am the only one doing laundry, dishes, making bottles, feeding, diapering, cleaning, etc. He comes home around 6 and stays up until 9, then goes to bed while I do the 9pm/10pm bottle. Then when she starts fussing at 5:30ish, he takes his sweet time and gets himself all set for work and breakfast before he comes and gets her. Dude, she’s a baby and gets priority over your own stuff.  

I have to take a trip to Oregon coming up in about 3 weeks and it will be for pretty much the whole week and I am not flying anyone in to help him while I am gone. He is going to have to take care of the house, dogs, bottles, meals, clothes, diapers, and getting her to and from the sitter. Maybe then he will realize how much more I am doing. Or maybe I am just in a funk and need to embrace all the mommy super powers I have to miraculously get everything done. I think I need a super hero alias. Definitely.