Things aren’t so rosy

Well actually they are a little rosier than they should be. This morning I woke up with pink eye. Are you kidding me?!?! I didn’t even think it was possible to get pink eye unless you made contact with someone that has it! No one else in my house has it and I have been held hostage in this house for so long that it’s downright impossible that I got this stupid thing from a stranger. So my outing of the week, Tot Shabbat, had to be handed off to my mother. I feel like overnight I turned into Alexander and I’m having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. Maybe I should move to Australia.

Day two in the hospital after having a baby, they make you fill out a postpartum questionnaire. I never understood it. Who could possibly feel post postpartum two days after meeting your glorious baby?! Wouldn’t it be more responsible for the hospital to send it to you five weeks in (which is clearly my breaking point) when your husband is back to work, it’s the dead of winter, your kids have started hanging from your chandeliers out of sheer boredom from being couped up. Wouldn’t it be more appropriate to ask me if I feel unusually sad now????

Tonight my family (Adam, kids, my parents) are off to the Bulls game. Noah and I are staying exactly where we have permanently been planted all week. Part of me is grateful because the maximum amount of sleep I got at any one point last night was a whopping one hour and forty-five minutes. The larger part of me is sad. I want to see the game. I want to walk the aisles with Gabby who can’t sit still for her first game. Who am I and what has this postpartum done to me…it’s made me wish for days of walking aisles with a restless two year old!!!

So many of you have reached out to me. Thank you so much. Such great uplifting words about how this time is so fleeting and we’ll be back to our normal chaos before long. And you are totally right. I will also guarantee that I will be bitching and moaning about how I dream of time with my butt glued to the couch. So please take everything I say with a grain of salt… after all I’m in a hormonal dramatic state. Frankly I shouldn’t be allowed to blog. I know it’s all worth it, this is all I have ever wanted to do with my life. All my dreams have come true with these three little monsters.