Monday, December 04, 2006

Colds

We are a motley bunch of aching, sneezing, snuffling, coughing, bleary-eyed Millers today. I sound like a Sudafed commercial. The cold season has struck, and we are flattened under the wheels. While the boys were sleeping today, I lay in bed with eyes half-closed, not sleeping, but simply aching more comfortably. Hopefully we can get this out of the way so as to experience Christmas more comfortably.

So today I took (I think) my first solo journey with both of the kiddos. Saturday night after a very stressful day and week of Momma-hold-me-at-all-times-or-I'll-cry, I decided that I was going to pay the bucks to find an infant carrier that works, and doesn't hurt my back. So I researched with utmost intent, and found a store in Lexington that carried just what I was looking for. Tim is swimming madly in schoolwork (which also made last week that much more stressful - the other pair of hands in the house were frantically typing on the computer keys), so he has been at school all day. So. It took us one hour to get ready, and that included Israel crying as I washed my face, Israel crying as I got dressed, Israel crying as I got Gabriel dressed, Israel nursing madly to comfort himself, Israel crying as I tried to find the phone number for the store, Israel stopping crying as I held him, and Israel wailing his way halfway down the road. He wailed away in the store, too, with several nursing madly sessions, and the lady there nodded sympathetically when I asked if she could tell why I was desperate for something that worked. Well. So then he slept all the rest of the afternoon after I had purchased my 2 snazzy carriers, and how did he like them when he woke up? Screamed bloody murder. And I do mean bloody murder. Hmm.

So, to comfort myself at the end of a LONG HARD DAY, I made myself TWO cups of rebel mint tea. And they were very. very. tasty. I also made myself some chocolate chip cookies, some cinnamon rolls, some triscuits with spreadable cheese, and some mixed nuts, and some cheesy garlic bread. Belch.

10 comments:

Lynette said...

Carrie you are such a wonderful writer. Almost every time I'm reading your blog I am at school in the computer lounge surrounded by other students laughing out loud and getting stares. I just want to read it to them so they understand how funny you are...but then I remember I don't know them. Love you Carrie!

Lynette said...

The law that you can't have mint tea while nursing sounds ridiculous. I drink mint tea every single night before I go to bed. What a depressing fact.

Carrie said...

It is depressing, tell me about it. That's why I had to have two cups. Because it was so stinking good that I couldn't stop with one. Thanks for the compliment, by the way. And I love you, too, Lynette! :)

Aunt Kathy said...

Let me just tell you that I get tired just reading your blog and I also get a good laugh from it!

Carrie said...

Hi Kathy! Yes, tiredness is our life right now, that is for sure. Thanks for an empathetic read! :)

Angela said...

Israel reminds me of stories I've heard about a little girl by the name of Angela Mae Zehr. My Mom can surely relate to your life right now, and sympathize! I was only happy if I was held or fed which led to a tired mom and a fat baby! She also developed some "skills"- like having me parked on her hip while carrying a 5-gal. bucket of milk to the other end of the barn to feed calves. May God give you strength, and joy in the now!

Carrie said...

Yes, that is exactly how Israel is!! He has either wanted to be held or fed, and he is a chunk! That's so funny that you were like that too. Skills...just what I was wanting. Oh dear.

Anonymous said...

Carrie- i would love to babysit and give you a day to buy makeup, eat at Panera, Christmas shop, read People, whatever! (does Israel do bottles yet?) I hope you guys feel better soon. Love you and your funny blog. I feel your pain! Candice

Alice said...

What carrier did you end up getting?

Carrie said...

I got an Ergo Baby Carrier, and a Moby. The problem with the Ergo is that he still needs the infant insert, and he can't stretch his legs, and it makes him really mad. With the Moby, he rides facing my chest, and everytime I carry him like that he immediately starts bumping around wanting to nurse, and then when he can't, he gets mad and cries and cries until I nurse him. Sigh. I am going to try using the Moby facing outwards, because that is actually how he is the happiest, even though "they" say that a baby should be facing in, Israel hasn't read "them" yet. :)