So it was back to works-ville for me this morning. Yesterday was Easter and John's birthday. The combination of the two left me little time to prepare for today. Although Sully was down for the count at 9:30, I was still up at 11:30 last night washing bottles, making new bottles, stickering bottles (i've never used the word bottle so much except in referencing Captain Morgan or Grey Goose), packing Sully's bag for the nursery, etc., etc. We were finally off to bed around midnight.
6am could not have come any sooner this morning but it wasn't too hard to spring out of bed. You know that twinge of anticipation you feel when it's the first morning of a new year at school - 1/2 of you is excited to see all of your old buddies and the other 1/2 of you just wants to vomit? Although it's been a while since I finished school, I do remember the feeling and I had it again this morning. Sully was still asleep so I launched into the shower wondering if I would have to stop mid-shampoo because he was crying (John was still sleeping too). Got out, no crying. I dried my hair, put on my makeup, made my lunch, and got dressed - stiiiill asleep. I had to wake that sleepy baby up at 5 minutes after 7 this morning.
His face could not have been any sweeter if I painted it myself. In fact, had I painted it, it almost certainly would not have been sweeter. My art teacher in college basically gave up on me after about 4 weeks and told me I had "very little, if no, talent in drawing." Sad. But back to what I was saying... It was almost as if God strategically made his face just that much cuter this morning so I would be forced to stay at home and not leave him. I stared at his face the whole time he took his bottle. I told Carissa the other day that I think this will quickly become the best part of my day - feeding him when the morning light is not quite awake yet and the world is still quiet and peaceful. It's my happy place!
8am, we were out the door. John escorted us to daycare today, to ensure that I didn't leave squawling. We put Sully's mobile and baby mirror in his crib. And let me just add as a sidenote: he is only 1 of 3 babies that has a mobile and the other 2 are little rinky-dink mobiles. Sully has the "mack daddy" of mobiles and a mirror. I can't believe these other mommy's and daddy's aren't concerned about stimulating their babies. I was saying this same thing to my sister earlier, to which she replied, "yea, that's why we've got a bunch of dumb asses running around in the world." Funny and true!
I didn't do too bad leaving. It just took a few minutes and some whining (from me). Sully did great. In fact, I went back on my lunch break to check in and he couldn't have been more content. He was in his crib with his mobile on, kicking his legs. The ladies had calming music playing and all was well. I rocked him for a few minutes and headed back to work. I can hardly wait for these last 2 hours to pass, so I can go and see his precious face again.
Work has been nice and it's so great to see all my fellow mariner's faces. I've missed so many happenings in the past couple of months, so it's been less work and more gossip today. I have to say, it will be nice to have adult interaction during the day. John was giving me hell last night saying that I would be perfectly content if our tv had only 3 channels - Lifetime, Food Network, & Soapnet - to which I called him a total liar and tried with all my might to hold back a laughing smile. But he's right, it's time to get a life and stop living Grace Adler's. So here I go, back into the real world. I can't believe 3 months went by so quickly!
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