Voodoo Child v. 17: Welcome to the One Woman Show

So I don't have a lot of time to do this...babygirl is asleep and I'm trying to update my peeps. Been awhile.

First off, I feel bad because all I do is talk about Bambina. I mean, there are other things going on in my life that I could talk about, but I just don't because she's my 24-7. I don't want to become that person that just only yammers on about baby's poop and baby's this and that. But I have. I apologize. To move onto other things about my life here's some updates that will take us away from babyland.

Starbucks Tasting Squares?  Nomtastic. Seriously. I could kill a box in one sitting.

Psoriasis? Freakin bad bad bad. I don't know why. Maybe it's this infection I think I have. Need confirmation on the infection first though. It could also be the warm weather.

Sleep? Overrated, yes. But you know what's really bad? I have the technology that keeps me awake in the wee hours, and what's even worse is that by the time I'm awake, I feel like I've already heard about the news that's "breaking" because I read it at 3AM. And then again at 4AM. And maybe again at 5AM. I should just wake the hell up so I can get stuff done while Ms. Thang is passed the hell out. Like Husbandido, but that's another blog altogether.

I got asked to be on an advisory board for a religious order's fundraising. It's an honor, and I'm going to do it. I'm excited about the possibilities, but I'm more excited to have something else to do with my life.

I wish I had more books to read, and more time to read them, but my life is so focused on one thing that it's hard to do. See, I didn't mention it. But I almost did. Whee!

Last weekend, hung out with the girls and thanks to the Crystal Ball (hope you don't mind that name!), we had a private chef come and teach us some simple french cooking. I hope I remember how to do what I did. If you want the recipes, let me know. I am waiting for them from the Crystal Ball.

To all the parties, propositions, and candidates calling my house: I am a democrat. I am voting for Barack Obama. I am voting yes on 1, 2, 3, no on 4, yes on 5, no judgment on 6, 7, FUCK NO on 8, yes on 9, no judgment on 10, no on 11, and yes on 11. Don't ask me abt SF stuff now.

*crying in distance*

OK that lasted 3 minutes.

peace!

vdc

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Taking care of a newborn is sort of like getting a puzzle without directions on how to solve it.

*slapping forehead*

Voodoo

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Meet La Bambina. Special thanks to Gary at Amaze Studios for his amazing (heh) work.

Voodoo

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I am starting to find downtimes here and there for me to take care of myself. A ten minute nap here. A few minutes to check email there. It all works out in little ways. I'm still up at night for some godawful reason, not just to feed Bambina, which is not a big deal. But I'm up because...she's in my space! Good lord. Husbandido and I are crashing on a double sized futon mat, and he gets his alloted space (big cause dude has big shoulders), and Bambina gets her space (and it's not that much but she does require at least a foot so she can flail about), and I get the leftover space, which often has me up against the coffee table. Nice!

Here's a conversation we had Sunday morning:

Husbandido: "She slept all night?"

Me: "No, but YOU did."

Bastard. j/k. I tried waking him up so he can scoot over so I don't have to spoon with the coffee table leg, but it didn't work.

Thankfully I got to hop in the shower today. I know, it sounds gross, but I have to make sure someone has her and that she's been fed so I can duck away for a good long take me away Shower.  So wonderful. And then there's Husbandido who is stuck with Bambina and ready to hand her over to me, fresh out of the shower and just barely refreshed. Okay, so much for that.

Okay...someone's heard me typing away and now requires my assistance. BTW, the milk truck is now the milk supertanker thanks to some lactation tea. Wow.

Voodoo

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I haven't been getting a ton of sleep lately. There are good nights and some bad nights, honestly, but last night was dramafied. Up and down all night, feeding, despairing, and trying to figure out how to decode what's going on with Bambina.

Don't get me wrong, I'm enjoying my new life, and I'm honestly asking myself what the hell would I want to go back to work for...but the truth is, I need to work to support my family, and that's that. But I'd love to be able to spend more time and watch her grow and change.

I got my glider today; I heard the doorbell ring, but in my half awakened state, I attributed it to a dream and didn't realize it was really someone at our door. Husbandido put it together and now we're able to actually sit next to each other and watch TV. I know, that's how mundane our world is.

Speaking of which, I need to get laundry...brb...

Anyways, it's been nice with my parents around. They're really helpful, but I can't help but feel like I'm under the microscope, that is, there's always a criticism, there's always a suggestion, and 9 times out of 10 it's obvious:

She's hungry. I know.

She pooped. I know.

She's hot. I know, SHIT!

I just take a deep breath and be thankful. Be thankful. Be thankful. 

We tried going out the other day, but that was a huge fiasco...she got antsy and started crying while we were trying to get groceries. I went to a bathroom to feed her, and Husbandido went to another bathroom (he didn't follow me), to wait for me, and there we were, waiting for each other at separate bathrooms. Cute. Oh and my phone didn't work. Fresh! It's made me shy about taking her out only because I don't want her to get super fussy while we're looking like terrible parents. She pooped. I KNOW DAMMIT!

Anyways, back to the laundry, back to catching some Zs when I can. Check out the pictures on FB if you have the gumption to...but I'll be posting some here soon too. Oh and those announcements? I'm workin' on em. Not really.

Voodoo

PS: Hippo feet are gone, can fit into pre-prego clothes now, and legs/feet look strangely bonier. Go figure. W00t.

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