Ok so Kauai was a total blast but not at all what I expected it to be. I was imagining a high pressure situation and to be totally uncomfortable. It turned out to be so relaxing and more like hanging out with a group of friends. Plus instead of still photos it was all video! How crazy! I guess the future of stock photography is headed towards video. I will post some of the stuff (if I am allowed to) when I get a copy of it. It may be a while so please have patience. :)
Now on to the more important issue of my day. I am going bananas! Currently Jack is in the other room screaming his little head off and it is all I can do not to scream my own off. Why is he wailing you ask? Because I put him down for a nap too early. Why did I do this you ask? Because he has been a terror all day long. Why has he been such a terror you ask? I don't freakin' know but I can't handle it right now, so there!
After sticking him in his bed I knew that he would just cry forever and ever and not fall asleep but I did it anyway. Am I a bad Mom? You might think so but let me just explain that I can only sing so many primary songs and do so many sets of "Head Shoulders Knees and Toes" before I go crazy. And the second I stop all of the charades he goes crazy. It is not a great combo. Plus when Michael came home from work today he couldn't find his key in his bag so he rang the doorbell, thus waking up the Chunky. See! He never got a proper nap in the first place. So it is ok for me to be forcing him to bed two hours too early. Justify, justify, justify.
On top of all this Chunky is mad at me, or at least doesn't want to be around me. When Daddy left to go surfing a half hour after getting home from work the baby threw a royal fit and pounded on the front door like a drum. He reached those rotund little arms as far as they would reach but never got his Daddy back. So to distract him, I picked him up and played peek-a-boo as enthusiastically as possible but to no avail. He did not want the Mommy he sees everyday, he wanted the Daddy who is only around half of the time. The one who gives him whatever he wants and plays with him unceasingly. Now don't get me wrong, Michael deserves to be surfing. Heaven knows that. I mean he works like a dog and hasn't really been getting a lot of surf time in because of how crappy the surf has been in the last few weeks. But, I hate the situation I am in right now. I hate it so bad that I feel I must blog.
Now I will go and pick up my baby and put on Baby Einstein and hold him calmly like we never had this fight. I am so grateful that I was able to sit here and rant and rave even if it made no sense. And one final thought to all of you who don't have children yet. Don't get discouraged by this little excerpt from the life of a weirdo, you should still plan on having kids and it will be amazing.