I'm feeling a little crazy right now. I seem to have worked myself into a little bit of a rut. Here's the deal:
Max naps twice a day. First nap begins around 10am and ends sometime after 11. Second nap begins sometime after 2:30 and ends sometime after 3:30, if I'm lucky. In between those naps, when he's awake, he likes to spend his time holding on to my pant legs trying desperately to to climb up my body. If I sit down he's on top of me. Not wanting to be held, just wanting to climb and stop me from doing whatever I'm trying to do. If I walk away he's, as Zach calls him, "a broken boy," because I've apparently just ruined his life. What was I thinking? Leaving him there with a room full of toys?? How dare I. SO, you would think I would spend his naptime doing whatever I possibly can while he's not attached to me. Well, then comes the other problem. The kid is the lightest sleeper EVER. Don't sneeze in that half of the house while he's sleeping because it'll wake him up. Don't empty the dishwasher. Don't load the dishwasher. Definitely don't vacuum. Don't run the kitchen-aid. Don't shower. Don't let Quinn wear shoes... or laugh. Don't use the sewing machine. Don't talk on the phone...
You see what's going on here? I'm trapped. I don't do anything ALL DAY. I don't start dinner until Zach walks in the door. BECAUSE I CAN'T. I really don't know where my day goes at this point. Actually, I do. It's spent right here. Sitting in this chair. Staring at this screen. Trying to convince myself that whatever I'm doing (looking up recipes, getting ideas for projects and Christmas gifts, trying to learn SOMETHING...) is somewhat productive. It's not. It's sooooo totally not.
So what do I do? Suggestions? Any idea what I can do to make myself not feel like a total SLUG. Because that's about how I feel right now. This has been going on for about two weeks now. I've accomplished nothing. Besides making Halloween costumes. Which, in the end, just left my sewing area a complete wreck.
At this point I'm remembering the awesome nesting that took place right before Quinn and Max were born. Everything was spotless and I LOVED doing it. Every minute of it. There was nothing else I would rather be doing. And there was nothing stopping me. So there you have it. Right now I'm wishing I was 9 months pregnant so that I'd furiously clean this house top to bottom and not let anything stand in my way. Especially a 1 year old (that just woke up due to his brother's whining) or a 3 year old (that just pooped in his underpants and left them in the living room. It was gross.).
Anyone else feeling slugish? Any ideas on how to get the heck out of this rut? You're suggestions will be greatly welcomed.
p.s. I just made three loaves of pumpkin bread to deliver to friends and neighbors thinking that it would make me feel like I'm contributing somewhat to the lives of those around me. Turns out the recipe I followed? Nasty. Anybody want some pumpkin bread that leaves such an overpowering taste of nutmeg in your mouth you'll want to brush your teeth afterwards? I didn't think so.