Will trade food for snuggles.
Apparently my 14-week leave from work also amounted to a lenghty absence from blogging. It’s not that I didn’t have anything to say, but it’s a bit difficult to type a blog entry with one hand while holding a baby with the other. And, when my baby girl was sleeping, blogging wasn’t high on my priority list. So, hence the hiatus.
But, now I’m back at work (day #4!), and as I reacquaint myself with some of my favorite student and faculty blogs, I’m feeling inspired again!
Mostly what I’m thinking about today is how my plans to do our grocery shopping got totally foiled last night. One thing that motherhood is teaching me is flexibility! All weekend I was working on my grocery list for the week (and a bit for Thanksgiving dinner) with the intention of sneaking out on Sunday night after Adele went to bed. I didn’t want to sacrifice a single moment of snuggle time with her since we spend our days apart now, and now that she’s been going to bed around 8 p.m., I figured I would be in good shape to do some shopping without her being any wiser to my absence. Well, she pulled a fast one by taking a three-hour nap from shortly before 6 p.m. until 9 p.m.! By the time she woke up, nursed, changed into her sleeper, and snuggled with us, it was after 10 p.m. No way was I venturing out then for an hour of shopping and then all the unloading and unpacking. So, I determined what essentials we need right away, and Jeff will stop on his way home from bowling tonight. I’ll revise the list and make a trip on Wednesday, the next free evening that we have.
I just chuckle a bit to myself about how complicated even a trip to the store can be with the addition of one new little person to the family. I’ve been avoiding taking Adele to the grocery store with me because I’m just not sure how that will work. It doesn’t seem to me like her car seat will safely fit in the seat of the cart, and she’s too small to sit in the cart seat. Plus, visions of a crying fit in the middle of a busy aisle swarm in my head, and I don’t know if I can deal. Also, I’m feeling like a big of a germ-phobe and don’t want to expose her to the petri dish of bacterias that is a supermarket. So, when it comes time to get groceries, I usually sneak off later in the evening while Adele enjoys some daddy-time.
Mind you, I’m not complaining. I can’t think of a single better reason to skip a trip to the store than snuggling with the sweetest baby girl you ever did see. It’s just one more reminder of what a change parenthood really is. A blissful, wonderful change.