We bought a house last week, and Emily now walks. And climbs stairs. To recap: I'm fucking exhausted.

I'm exhausted

I'm sitting on the couch, watching FNL, and I cannot fathom getting up. Yet I have so much to do. We're moving this weekend, and I have packed practically the entire house, on top of taking care of the baby and trying to fit in doing some work. And house work. And setting up all the utilities etc, and figuring out what needs to be done for our cars, dogs, etc in our new town. Brew boy comes home from work and sighs moans about how tired he is, and I just don't have it in me or have the words to tell him that he's only pulling 25% right now. He makes lists of everything that needs to be done, but what he doesn't realize is that the majority of the things on the list need to be done during the day, so it lands on my lap. All he sees is that things get checked off. Every night he makes dinner (bless), but he uses every dish in the house and leaves them. This morning I cried when I went into the kitchen. He made wings last night and left the pans with the caked on sauce sitting on the counter, and I lost it. I know there's an end to this, and I know the end is going to be amazing, but right now I'm dead on my feet.

Guys

On Friday we'll have a new house. Eek!

My face!!! Today has been wonderful. After a shaky start, brew boy knocked it out of the park. I had a delicious breakfast, got some lovely presents from Emily, went to the farm stand and got a free plant, packed (it’s exciting because of the end game), and now pizza is being made. It was a lovely day with just my little family unit.

Happy Mother's Day!

Beer me strength

My father in law is going to give advice/intervene on every. damn. thing we do in our new house. Deep breaths, no swearing at your in laws.

I completely forgot that Tumblr had comments again. Dammit, mom brain. Here's what's happening with us: - Emily is Emilying all over the place. She crawls so damn fast, she stands up all by herself, and the other day she took 3 steps. Nuts. She's taken a step here and there since, but prefers to crawl because it's so much faster. - I'm currently living amid chaos. We're closing on our new house in TWO WEEKS (squeeeeee), so I'm trying to slowly pack while I can to avoid the scramble down the road. - Speaking of moving, I'm suddenly incredibly sad about leaving this place. This is the first place Jesse and I lived together, we brought Em home here, we've been crammed in here together for almost 5 years. It's too small and overflowing with dogs and humans and... I love it. Sniff. - Dogs. Tucker is his usual handsome, dumb, sweet, snuggle bun self. Guffy is getting very old very fast. I'm hoping she's still here for Em's first birthday. That's where I'm at. I can't talk about it. That's all I can come up with now. I'll be back soon!

That’s a little passive aggressive, Tumblr

Did anyone else notice that when you reply now, there’s a little caption that says “reply your little heart out”.

I’m totally doing it. Stay tuned.

Thinking about starting a mommy blog with real advice, less "put your child down while they're sleepy and they'll learn to put themselves to sleep" and more "sometimes you have to leave them to cry while you chug a glass of wine". I'll do Outfit of the Day posts at the END of the day when I'm all covered in various baby schmegma. Guest spots to feature Tumblr moms telling us their adventures in parenting. You all would read that, right? I can smell the sponsors lining up to advertise...

Blessings

Yesterday my best friend and old coworker came over for lunch and Em snuggles. While E was napping, she was telling me work stories about my old company. As I listened to her, I could feel the old anxiety creeping in, my chest was getting tighter, my heart rate picked up, my breath quickened. I had no idea until that point how much that asshole job affected me, physically. After she left, I picked up baby girl and forced her to cuddle until I relaxed. I cried when I told brew boy about it later that night. Never have I been more thankful for my life.

In honor of replies, here’s a glamour shot of Em, inspired by Rory (@kvknowsherfun) and her fabulous headwear.

Apparently I don’t have replies yet

Whomp.

BUT! I have faith. Don’t let me down Tumblr.

Here’s what’s been happening with me...

Emily is still the center of my world (sorry?), and she’s the coolest baby around. She’s insanely mobile (hi crawling at 4 months), she’ll stand on her own if she doesn’t know we’re watching, and we’re expecting her to take off and run any day now. Yes, she’s only 8 months. Yes, that’s stupid early. She’s growing into a tiny little independent person, and I love and hate it. She’s also still the cutest baby I’ve ever had.

On the me front, I started working for my husband about two weeks ago, and it’s awesome. I’m doing technical drawings for his AV systems. It lacks any and all creativity, but I’m using my brain, can do it from home, and am bringing in money again. All pluses. I asked him the other day if Emily now gets to go to MIT for 2/3 the cost, since we both work there, but he said no. Poop.

The dogs are still dogging. Tucker is Emily’s eternal best buddy, and Guffy ignores her 99% of the time. Guffy is getting old before our eyes, and it makes me incredibly sad. We had to buy her booties so she stops sliding around while she eats. I try not to think about it.

That’s all the news that’s new from my neck of the woods! Miss you all TERRIBLY, can’t wait to catch back up with all of you!

Kisses

Oh, hi

I hear replies are back. I feel like an ex girlfriend whose boyfriend SWEARS he's changed. We'll see, tumblr, we'll see.

Dang baby

E already slept through our first Hike It Baby hike, now she's on track to sleep through a lady lunch date.