Honestly, things have really been sucking lately.
Noah is spitting up like never before and is having seizures like he's making up for lost time. It's awful. I actually didn't get out of pj's or brush my hair for about 5 days (which really really bugs me). Leaving Noah even for 5 minutes just wasn't an option. Thankfully I did get a shower (had a therapist coming over and didn't want to run her off!); I just finally had to risk it. Risk it, you ask? Well, Noah has about a 20 minute grace period between a feed and a seizure which promptly turns into spitting up his entire feed and then we start the cycle over again. I usually use those minutes to grab another cup of coffee and wash bottles and prepare the next feed/med. We have been existing in our one room and at times it's feeling a little like house arrest. I know how Martha Stewart must have felt. I've had my hands full and laundry is out of control.
Side note: I love my friends who often tell me they wish they were closer so they could help with things like laundry. Trust me ladies, that is the last thing you would do for me right now, no matter how much I begged. Our basement, where the washer and dryer live, is infested with bats. Our lovely cat is picking them off one by one and bringing them upstairs to our kitchen, ALIVE. So, I have a GOOD excuse to let the laundry slide. It's yet another issue we will eventually have to deal with but I just don't want to! Blame me?
All I can say right now is thank goodness for wine. ::smile::