So it's 12.12.12
for the rest of the world... presently in our house
however it's 1952. Yes, thanks to my construction
project, we've had to re-arrange our lives to such,
that it might as well be the stone age.
As anyone who has
read this journey-thingee can probably surmise... I'm
kinda big on "equality" in relationships. It's always
a "Team", there are hardly any roles... simply
everyone does as much as they can for as long as they
can until they collapse when it comes to
working/housework/cleaning and of course the kiddos.
The first 6 weeks of Vienna's life I was with her at
every feeding and in the middle of the night
I would feed her while Talya pumped. Great
teamwork, made things go swimmingly and I personally
found it so rewarding I could barely stand
it.
Of course, that
meant everything else kinda stopped. Trying to
finish all the construction left around the house on
no sleep is not only difficult, it's dangerous
considering what I'm doing. So about a month ago Talya
moved into the living room with the baby and the
bassinet at night so I could get enough sleep to be
able to function while doing electric/plumbing, etc.
A month later? I
feel like I'm in a Honeymooners episode. I go to work
on "the site" while Talya cleans the house and takes
care of the kid. I usually make my own breakfast
and lunch and she makes dinner. After a couple weeks
of that? It's a little eerie how you fall into your
role. I'm constantly dirty so I can't really
touch the baby. After 12 or so hours I collapse
into a shower and can barely move the rest of the
night. Knuckles swollen, aching even holding the baby
hurts. I pass out and repeat the next day... ad
infinitum.
Even though she's
a few feet awayI miss the baby-time so much. And
I hate sleeping alone now even though it's a
necessity to be able to pull off everything before
Jimmy's mom and sister get here on the 21st. Part of
me's hopin' the Mayans are right so I have an
excuse for falling short. Then again, I fell short by
not having everything done by the time the baby got
here. At this point, I'm hoping to pull everything off
by baby #2 (no I'm not announcing anything).
:-)
What I find
even more peculiar is that I find myself looking
forward to that dinner sooooooo much. I think
about it while I work and can't wait to sit and
talk about how her day was and how my day was. Can you
tell I just really missed having WORK of any
type? I adore being productive, but I've never been in
the relationship where I work all day and the
wife stays home. I've never, ever, ever wanted that...
but sometimes, your environment dictates that. It does
however just feel like we're playing roles and I'm
excited for it to end. I am not the type of
person that has any expectations when it comes
to housework, cooking, cleaning, etc. It all just has
to be done and I'll be the first to do it. However,
when there's a project that only one of you can do?
The other has to pick up all the slack. I'm amazed at
how much we get along. All drama is outside of us.
It's unreal how true that is. And how true it would be
even if we were living in 1952.
Thankfully, we're
not.
The video is
rather funny... this past weekend the baby suddenly
became a "baby" and not a "newborn". She talks all the
time and is far more "with it". She's quite taken with
her mobile, toys, etc and watching her with the "zebra
cat" has been especially funny. She's
legitimately annoyed with it, and not afraid to tell
that to him. So weird seeing something only a handful
of weeks old show genuine emotion other than the
normal "fussy" or "happy". She gives Zebra Cat an
earful...
