Monday:
I am still in the lala land of sweet sleep when my daughter walks in with Paisley Grace. I look at the clock: 7:15am, and think: It's not 7:30 yet - our agreed upon drop-off time. But they are here and I stumble out of bed, eyes barely open and brain still very foggy.
An hour and half later, Paisley Grace has had her bottle and I've had my coffee. I'm human once again.
Mid-morning: I'm knitting to the symphony that is Paisley Grace exploding her diaper. Not that I'm not sympathetic to her needs; but I finish my knitting row before changing her!
Tuesday:
Was it the termite man banging on the walls doing his inspection or my attempt to have Paisley Grace nap in her own room? I don't know, but Paisley Grace screams all day. I cancel my afternoon appointment at Jenny Craig because Paisley Grace is not fit for a public appearance. Hair on fire and repeating over and over again: "food is not my friend", I make it through the day - barely. I am sure that in 2 short days I have totally screwed up my granddaughter.
Wednesday:
It's my birthday and I am determined to have a good and peaceful day! To this end, I do anything Paisley Grace wants to do. I carry her around a lot. I feed her a lot. I sing until I am hoarse. But it works, and both Paisley Grace and I are happy. My daughter arrives an hour early to pick up Paisley Grace and I am excited beyond words that I have time to shower before going out to dinner.
Life is different with Paisley Grace. Last year on my birthday I had dinner at Shula's Steak House and met Coach Don Shula who was dining there as well. This year my thrill is that I have time for a shower before dinner with the people I love the most in the world; my husband, daughter, son-in-law, and precious granddaughter, Paisley Grace.
Thursday:
I wake up to someone tapping me on the shoulder. I squint my eyes open just a slit and see my daughter standing at my bedside with Paisley Grace. Rut Row . . . I'm late for work. Stupidly I say, "Are you here already?" As I leave the warm comfort of my bed (it's 30 some degrees outside) my daughter hands Paisley Grace to me. I start my day exhilerated by Becky's faith in my ability to care for a baby while still half asleep!
To be continued . . . and remember, whatever you do, Don't Blink or Paisley Grace Will Be Grown!
1 comment:
Hey, is Paisley Grace is there, you are at work. If she isn't, your job has not yet begun. That is my feeling on the subject. You already did your "Get baby ready for daycare" gig when you were working. Relax and snooze while you can!
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