Just boob, no tube…
Remember last week when I told you I was going without TV for a week? Well, weekdays? Maybe? I did it. Sort of on purpose, sort of not.
Here’s the reason it wasn’t exactly on purpose…Evan had a couple late nights this week (like, Miles is already in bed asleep late nights). So, when I’m in Single Parent Status (this is a real thing I refer to at home, just ask my husband) there’s really no time for television. Once The Short One has hit the hay, I’m washing bottles, prepping food for the next day, herding the small zoo that lives in our home, touching up my nail polish, drinking a glass of wine and going to bed. But I did appreciate that time in a way, because it helped me to see that my dependency on TV isn’t as severe as I thought it was.
For instance, I have FIVE episodes of Law & Order: SVU sitting there, just waiting to be watched. Of course I miss Detective Benson, but she’ll be there when I eventually get around to watching it.
Other than the regular weeknight stuff, what else did I accomplish in my disconnected state? I got Miles’ baby book caught up to current! I also mailed some stuff to the IRS that I’d been meaning to send
since 2009 for a while, painted my nails, organized our bedroom closet, did eleventy billion loads of laundry and and AND started reading a book; one that was not written by Dr. Seuss, does not have heavy duty cardboard pages perfect for chewing, or pictures!
Side note: IRS, I’m sure you’re in kahootz with the NSA. If you audit me, you will unleash the wrath of the past eight years I’ve spent learning tax forms for personal and business, single member LLC, S-Corps, carry the 2 and divide by 17.8, wrongformagainlololol. It’s not easy to have a full-time career and also be a volunteer accountant on the side…now that I’m a mom, I’m not playing around. If you audit me, I will send that guy from “Taken” after you. Seriously. Not really. Please don’t audit me.
I did watch a teeny, tiny bit of TV: one episode of The Alfred Hitchcock Hour, and one episode of Two Broke Girls. Because I also learned that without TV, I can get extra sleep. Glorious, beautiful, sleep.
So, DVR…I guess our relationship just went from “it’s complicated” to “I’m just not that into you.” If it weren’t for The Walking Dead, American Horror Story, Criminal Minds, The New Girl, SVU, Two Broke Girls, Boardwalk Empire, re-runs of Cosby and Roseanne, football, Food Network and Hot in Cleveland, we’d probably never see each other again. Probably.
Speaking of sleep…
Miles has always been given an A++ with extra gold stars and sunshine for being such an excellent sleeper. Then, the mindgame of Daylight Savings Time came, along with the 29-30 week growth spurt (which is, coincidentally, when babies learn about separation anxiety). And now, for the past week, he has woken up every couple hours. Sometimes he cries, sometimes he lays there and makes noises, sometimes he wants to play.
Either way, he’s getting a D+ right now as far as I’m concerned. He isn’t failing yet because his daytime naps are superawesomesunbeams, which is great. Also, this waking up business makes me grumpy, but has zero effect on The Short One. In fact, Miles seems to get a super energy burst of smiles from waking up every two hours. What happens in our adult lives to change this effect?
He’s almost seven months old. We’ve never had to sleep train, but when faced with the choice of sleep training or crazy training, well…you know what’s up. Tonight we’re going to go all Ferber Method and see how it goes. Please pray. Hard. Also, send wine. I don’t know if my heart/mind/mommy guilt can take it. But I need sleeeeep.
Parents of young kiddos, we follow The Wonder Weeks. You can download a free app on your phone, and it’s super helpful for knowing what each growth spurt entails, and what skills your child is developing. This is also how I know that we’re going through the “holy crap my parents can just walk out of the room and leave me here?!” thing at night.
Also, since my post on parenting fail, he has fallen down umpteen times, with minimal crying. I think the feelings of fear when falling have been replaced with a dogged determination to walk, because he really, really wants to hang out with the cats and they keep finding places to nap that are just out of his reach. He’s like a little McGyver, moving boxes against the couch to climb up them. Right now it’s adorable; ask me if I feel the same way when I find him swinging from a ceiling fan one day.
Wow, this is the first update I’ve ever had the pleasure of giving! Remember this post? Well guess what…
THERE WILL BE A PART TWO! Oh yes, there will be. Evan was called to testify. It’s awesome, because it gives me some writing material. It also sucks, because the trial falls on our 8 year wedding anniversary. Sacrifices, right?