Post-Traumatic-Trip-Disorder

August 13, 2010

in I Learn the Lessons So You Don't Have To, Taking the Scenic Route

So remember the last two weeks?  When I had something new, shiny, and funny for you to read every day?  Because I was going to be on top of a mountain proving my devotion to family by going cold-turkey on the DSL for two weeks?  So I shamelessly begged flattered some Amazing authors to blog for me?

Yeah.  Should have done that for this week as well.

Turns out jumping directly back into your previously-scheduled life after a 2-week hiatus in which the only chore you have to do is find a new way to say “thank you” is rather…draining.

For instance, now?  Every time I’m hungry?  I actually have to prepare a meal again.   My first dinner back consisted of a semi-baked frozen pizza.  Dinner the next night?  Was cereal.  With only slightly questionable milk.  After two weeks of being offered already prepared food every 20 minutes, this whole feeding myself thing has become quite a nuisance.

And, oddly enough, my dryer does NOT seem to have come with the “auto-fold” function.  My grandmother(s) must have gotten the high-end version, because every time I put dirty, poopy clothes and diapers in the washer?  They magically appeared laundered, dried, and folded on my bed just 2 hours later.  I put a load of dirty diapers in the washer here 2 days ago.  AND I’M STILL WAITING….

Of course, it hasn’t been easy for the Little Man either.  After two-weeks of sharing a room with his momma, he’s realized that that was as close as he’s ever going to get to co-sleeping.  And, apparently, he missed it.  I’m not sure if it was the soothing cadence of my intermittent snores, or the undeniable proof that he was not alone in the dark each time I rolled over, but the Little Man has decided he now needs more mommy time.  In the middle of the night!  Every night!  He’s really quite flexible about our nocturnal activities – we can either open up the boob buffet 4x a night, or we can start our own Screamfest 2010.  Just depends on what he’s in the mood for.

So, after a solid 5 hours of sleep (not all at once), I’m off to go call GE to complain about the inferiority of my washer and figure out if I can sell the Big Man on the idea that he’s eating Raisin Bran for dinner this weekend – because I care about his fiber…

{ 4 comments }

jss August 19, 2010 at 1:31 am

This post has me dying because I so relate. Except I didn't even leave town, it's just that my baby isn't as new anymore so people have stopped cooking for me and offering to do stuff for me.

I'm gonna have to have another baby just so I can get some decent meals again. These microwavable bean burritos just aren't cutting it anymore.

The Fickle Nickle August 18, 2010 at 3:23 am

Okay, I just wrote a comment that made no sense, so I deleted it before I confused people. I'm tired… really tired! BUT I wanted to share my compassion for you having to feed yourself, and fold laundry again. Coming home from vacation is no fun!

Sandra August 17, 2010 at 3:53 am

Oh boy, this is not what I want to hear 3 days before leaving for my trip. I'm already dreading the blogging withdrawal, now you tell me that I'll have to cook…well pour cereal upon my return?
PS: you are hilarious!…boob buffet!

Erin I'm Gonna Kill Him August 14, 2010 at 3:08 am

I hear you. I had two months of bouncing around although only 2 weeks of it consisted of the kind of help from women who remember the spin cycle of motherhood. I miss those two weeks. Auto folding, soup kitchens, and babysitting. My PTTD is flaring up again…I gotta go pop some pills and breathe into a bag.

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