My parents will be here in about an hour. The Moose just went to pick them up from the airport. They are here for 10 days. I am sooo looking forward to getting some sleep, since I will pretty much only be needed for feeding Bubs for the next 10 days. And even that is only assuming they don't find the frozen breast milk or the bottles and decide to go it themselves (they won't, I am joking here).
Poor poor Moose. I got a bit violent with him last night and gave him one hell of a fright. I got Bubs down to sleep, and was trying to get to sleep myself (and failing miserably) when he came to bed and turned on the light. Which was just enough to nudge Bubs slowly awake, so by the time he turned the light off, she was up and squacking. He of course was sound asleep. So I gave him one hell of a nudge and a yell when my not so subtle sighs didn't get his attention. It took forever to get Bubs back to sleep, since she just wanted to comfort suck and would wake as soon as I moved her (she got her jabs that day). So in the end I just put her back in the bassinet and decided to clean the shower drain and the cat box. I was secretly hoping she would wake up screaming and wake the Moose. If I can't sleep, why should he?? But Bubs stayed asleep. At least I got a nice long shower and a chance to shave my legs. Even if I got to sleep only an hour before Bub's next feeding. And then for two hours after that.
So with all my frantic cleaning, I have stuffed my back as well. Sigh.
Bubs is waking up, so I need to put another log on the fire and change her into a cute outfit to meet her grandparents. And maybe I can get the laundry hung if she feeds quickly.
Also, how many times do you have to not so subtly mention chocolate before a Moose will go to the store to get some for a poor Tig?? Sigh.