Walking Backwards

Back to the weekly grind it would seem. I am always so unmotivated on Mondays to do anything, but always have so much to do. My house looks as if a small explosion took place originating in the baby's playroom, my homework is stacked to the rafters, and I have left out several projects from this weekend. I think some time sitting outside with Nico or some sandbox play is going to be a better use of my time. After this entry I am really going to have to get my act together because we are having company for dinner and I don't want people to know how much chaos I have in my life now. I know I shouldn't care what people think of my mess, but sometimes I do. I really don't know how some women do it, but they have my applause. I always seem to have other things I would rather do with my time.

Mentioning how I spend my time, my weekend was pretty uneventful. Friday night Joe and I went out to eat at one of our favorite pre-baby restaurants while the baby stayed with friends. I got a little tipsy on one very small martini and fell asleep at ten. I wrote two papers and read all of my philosophy texts for the week. We did the typical suburbanite family outing of the weekend grocery store trip. Amazing how long that actually takes when the store is packed. Joe and I stayed in bed late on Sunday with Nico watching infomercials. We were quite swayed by a special ladder they were selling, but decided against it when we discovered it was $360. We did have quite a shock on Saturday morning when the event that all parents dread occurred. Nicholas walked in on us in a compromising situation. We hadn't thought to lock the door in our utter stupidity because the boy was asleep (in his own room by himself for a change). He didn't seem at all phased, though, so I can only hope that we have not caused him any lasting damage. That was it. Not very thrilling, I know.

Nicholas has still been having problems sleeping this week and I keep having to either sleep in his room with him or bring him in our room to sleep on a nest of pillows on the floor (he no longer fits in our bed because he insists on sleeping sideways). I had taken him to the doctor last week, but she said she couldn't find anything wrong with him. The only thing she suggested was that he might be having some sort of anxiety problem. This would not surprise me as he is my child (Joe actually told me that I might look into anxiety medication for myself). She said it might have been something he has seen on television and I would agree with her, but (a) we don't have cable, (b) Joe and I don't watch anything at all on tv when the baby is awake, and (c) while Shrek has some scary moments, I don't think it features anything that would give him nightmares. I just hope that he stops this regular nighttime freak-out so that I can get some rest. I do not miss that part of his baby days.