Stalking the Stacks with Library Lil
*Stalking the Stacks with Library Lil* |
2003-04-29 Yesterday was our big outing. I took both girls by myself to show them off at work. I had planned to leave the house about 1 which is when husband had to leave to collect final exam papers. We didn’t leave until 1:45, which I didn’t think was too bad. I decided I can’t wait for them both to be perfectly happy before strapping them into the car, because it just won’t happen. I managed to get my hair brushed, although not my teeth, before getting out of the house. Of course as we hit the end of the driveway they were asleep. I thought that after we stopped it would be too much for me to juggle the double stroller, the babies and their bag, but it was surprisingly easy.My co-workers have just been beside themselves with excitement since I told them all I was pregnant, so I’m sure it isn’t any surprise that we barely made it into the door before we were mobbed. We stayed and the babies cooed and cried and got fed and changed and made all kinds of friends before leaving. I thought they’d fall asleep on the way home and stay asleep til after dinner. Boy was I wrong. ARG was so wound up from all the excitement she couldn’t sleep. EGG slept fitfully with crying jags in between. By the time husband came home, both were awake and jumpy. It took 4 hours to get ARG calmed down. Husband was peeved at me for staying so long, but if someone can tell me how you pull two babies out of people’s arms and head home without being too rude well… I thought they’d sleep better last night. Not so. In fact ARG is still a little wound up today. Tomorrow is their two month doctor appointment, they get shots. I can’t even begin to say how much I dread this. Not only will I have to watch them get hurt (and yes, I know it is for their own good, doesn’t hurt much etc) but there is the risk of side effects—even though the risk of diseases without the shots is greater. We’ve stocked up on baby Tylenol which is I guess all we can do. Well it turns out that there used to be a skin deadener on the market by prescription, but it turns out it isn’t made any more. Blah. I’m starting to get worried about going back to work. I want to go back because for once I actually like my job (although yesterday’s visit with my co-workers emphasized for me how weird they all are). I’m worried because I know I’ll miss the girls something fierce AND I’m worried about husband. Not that he will hurt them or won’t take care of them properly, because he will—I’m more worried because I know how much work they are. Husband hasn’t quite gotten it that they are really full time, and that means that e-mail must be done only after everything else is done, journal (scholarly journal here) articles are impossible to write and sometimes just eating is a challenge. So now we are talking about some sort of daycare maybe once or twice a week so he can get some of his own work done. I’m worried about that too though because of the way ARG reacts, she gets so over stimulated (as we saw when I took them to visit work). Ok, baby calls—I may never get to actually finish a thought again!
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