Tuesday: woke up around 10:30, made breakfast, visited with Mom and Dad - cried uncontrollably but still wished them a safe journey. Began wondering what the hell did I get myself into. Called Brian, cried that my parents were gone and that I was lonely. Took a shower, somehow... went to an MD appointment with Melanie. Managed to "cook" dinner for Brian (Is it really cooking if all you do is heat up a ham and nuke some potatoes?). Crashed after a couple hours of TV.
Friday: woke up at 9am after only waking up with Melanie twice during the night (huzzah!!). Ate a hearty breakfast, spent a little time with Melanie. Took out the trash, laid down the contact paper under the sink and moved the cleaning supplies back under the sink, washed the dishes, took down the Pack N' Play (we decided to use the crib in Melanie's room instead of having the Pack N' Play next to the bed) did some good old fashioned floor-scrubbing with bleach and elbow grease, spent more time with Melanie, took out the maternity clothes, brought back the regular clothes, then went grocery shopping at Walmart and Publix.
*Lick finger, touch toosh* - tsssst!! I'm on fire, baby!
Melanie herself is also doing well, for those of you reading this for an update on her. She's doing what newborns do best - use the most diapers possible and keep their parent's guessing. It'd be nice to figure out if Melanie is making a routine for us to modify, or if she's playing it by ear.
By the way, I'm not being ungrateful - the thank you cards are on the way!! I've been so blessed with so many of you that I'm just having difficulty keeping up! Love to you all!
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So glad to hear you're back in action, Runt! Just take things one day at a time. Love you.
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