I'm gonna do this. Most of you--make that all of you (I know I have at least four readers still)--know that blogging isn't high on the priority list at the moment. It falls way down the list, actually, after all of those obvious things like breakfast, cleaning the kitchen, Kakuro. Of course I don't mean to imply that any of those things are even near the top of the list. When I complain that I haven't gotten anything done during the day Michael reminds me that keeping Parker and Isaac alive are enough of an accomplishment.
This time around I'm really trying to keep up with the house. We've said many times recently that just keeping a household running at a minimal level takes a huge amount of work, and my minimal level requires that things be put away and the dishes washed. Laundry--laundry is really important too. I'm doing much better with these things following Isaac's birth than I did following Parker's, but it's a higher priority now because I need it to stay positive. Yesterday was an off day. I had to let it go for 24 hours, and that makes for a less energetic day.
I'm packing for Isaac's first overnight trip. My mom suggested that I get started early since this will be my first time providing the necessities for two children. This was very good advice I think. I always hate to delay leaving. It makes me nervous to set a time to leave home, and then overshoot that by an hour because nothing has been packed. The first thing I asked my mom was how many outfits I should pack for Isaac considering all the opportunities there are for infant clothing to become soiled. Yesterday I did no packing. Instead I made a list of everything I thought Parker and Isaac might need.
So today the first logical step seemed to be laundry. Actually the first logical step was making the bed so I would have a place to first fold, then lay out everything I planned to take.
I wanted to do laundry first because I hoped to leave all of my packing options open. Parker needs two pairs of pants. Which pants should I pack? My choices are severely limited if both of his pairs of jeans are dirty. Whenever I do laundry I wander around the house trying to corral any stray items, because if I'm going to do laundry, I want to do ALL of the laundry.
Michael typically gets Parker ready for bed in the evening. He does this on the same diaper changing table we've used Parker's entire life, only now, one shelf with one set of baskets contains Isaac's clothes, while the other shelf with it's own set of baskets holds Parker's. Michael has gotten into the habit of removing Parker's clothes, and whether they are dirty or not, shoving them into Parker's pajama basket, on the bottom shelf, where I never really see it. This morning AFTER the regular washing cycle had concluded I found the pair of jeans I had hoped to pack for Parker stuffed in the basket on the bottom shelf of the changing table.
Why can't Michael remember not to put them there when I've mentioned it to him several times already? Well, the real question is, why can't I remember to look there when I know that is what he always does? It's tempting just to blame Parker's dirty jeans on his bad memory, when in reality we both are at fault. It's hardly fair for me to be frustrated with him when my own habit and memory are just as much a problem when it comes to washing Parker's clothes.
Sorry about that, baby.
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