I feel like I can’t get anything done. I remember feeling this way when G was a baby, but as the passing years have put those times into a haze I figured I was remembering incorrectly. Maybe G wasn’t as needy as I remember?
Right now Baby Chickadee is NEEDY. NEE-DY. My goodness, that girl. I plan my entire day around when she won’t need me, the only two times she won’t need me being when she’s asleep or when Hubby is home. Otherwise she is attached to me. As I type this she is sitting on my lap and playing with the lid to her blueberry puffs. If I put her down she melts into tears as if I’ve laughed at her and told her she’s ugly; if I hold her she is happy and makes sweet little baby sounds. But she is also wriggly and pushes on my arms and my tummy and that is uncomfortable.
So I want to get a load of laundry done? hahaha. I can’t put her down on the concrete floor in our basement because she tips over without notice and baby head hitting concrete is never good. Sometimes I can sneak away for a few minutes while she plays on the floor in the living room but don’t even think about me bringing those clothes up two flights of stairs and putting them away in their proper closets/dressers. The girl would freak if I were gone that long. That is why most of our clean laundry remains on the folding table next to the dryer.
I love babies. And I love my baby most of all. But DANG the girl has a constant need for attention. I just have to keep reminding myself that once she feels secure with me she will have the confidence in herself to go out and explore the world. That theory has worked so far with G and Little Missy, and I’m hoping all this time I devote to Baby Chickadee will result in the same outcome.