Grayson had another bad night, so it started off with little sleep. Jeff got up with Carter at 9, and took Grayson out until about 10:30 to let me sleep. When he came into the room, he was a little defeated and said he'd had one of "those" mornings.
Then, against my better judgement, I stayed home with Grayson while Jeff took Carter to his swimming lesson today. I find Carter listens to me better at the lessons (in general lately too), so thought it might be wiser to take him in the water myself and let Jeff either stay home with Grayson or come with us to watch - both with the hope that the little stinker would sleep the whole time and give Jeff a much needed mental break. We were both a bit worried that Grayson would flip his noodle, though, which is just as frustrating as Carter not listening, so he said he'd rather do swimming. Off they went, only to be back at about the time the class was ending; this told me things didn't go well. He said Carter didn't listen at all and spent half the class crying loud enough that he was getting looks from the other parents and felt that Carter was actually disrupting the class in that no one could really hear the teacher's instructions. So he gave up and left early. Of course, Grayson slept like an angel for me the entire time they were gone. (I was holding him the whole time, mind you, but he still slept.) Lesson learned.
I sent Jeff for a time out in his theatre room. He clearly needed a break from the kids, so I told him to take a chunk of the afternoon to himself to reset - play a game, watch a movie or a tv show, or do whatever would allow him to check out of the stress of life for a bit.
The other kind of crap thing about today is that when the guys were gone to swimming, I could tell that I was suffering from a clogged milk duct. I'm not going to explain this because either you know what it is and don't need an explanation, or you have no idea what it is and don't want to hear the explanation. If you don't know what it is and you DO want an explanation, Google is always at your service.
Anyway, I started feeling really tender on the one side and just thought I would try to nurse Grayson every two hours off that side first, take hot showers/baths, and use hot compresses so that I don't end up with Mastitis. Unfortunately, as the day went on, I started to get the chills and knew that wasn't a good sign. I'm still really sore and Tylenol has helped with the fever, but I'm hoping I can flush it out without antibiotics. If I'm still feeling lousy tomorrow, or worse, I will have to go to a doctor, I guess.
In spite of all that crap, I don't feel too stressed or frustrated. This is extra impressive considering that tomorrow is Monday. Here's why the day was still okay:
1. While the boys were at swimming, I rocked my baby and watched the first episode of The Bachelor. I don't care if you judge me. I know it's terrible, unintelligent, sexist, etc., but I still like watching it and in this world, you've gotta do whatever the hell brings you any kind of happiness. It was nice to sit and watch a tv show. I haven't done this in weeks.
2. I picked up some gluten-free products today when I went to get groceries. I'm not fully ready to be totally gluten free, but I'm getting there. We also finally meal planned suppers this week and I'm hoping this will allow my gluten free diet to be easier for me to follow and will also mean healthier eating for my little family. The next step will be to plan lunches too. With the help of Pinterest and Google, I'll get there.
3. I took Carter with me to get groceries. He's such a good little shopper and, even though it was terribly cold today, it gets him out of the house. The grocery store is the same space as the Dollar Store, so he got to pick out a couple things. This made for a happy boy. He doesn't always get to pick a treat or a toy, but he's been so good with being stuck in the house while I'm a less-than-stellar mom due to utter fatigue, I really felt like he deserved it.
And that's that. Tomorrow is still supposed to be terribly cold, but it's going to break (so they tell us) on Tuesday. Good god I hope that's true. And, also, please send "open milk duct vibes" to my poor boob. (This will be the only time I ever request that anyone think about either of my breasts. Desperate times, people. Desperate times.)
Signing off - again, without spell-checking. Love you to all.
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